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. I still want to see the Manager. Damn it, I want to hear it
from his own lying lips! Then with a clear conscience I can turn on the poison."
"You intend to poison him, dear?"
"A figure of speech. I plan to place him on my list, then quick Karma will
do him in."
"Oh. Perhaps I can think of a way to help it along."
"Not necessary. Once on the list, they never last long."
"But I would enjoy it. 'Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord.' But the
Revised Version reads: 'Vengeance is Gwen's... then Mine only if Gwen leaves Me
any.'"
I clucked at her. "Who was saying that I should not take me law into my own
hands?"
"But I was talking about you, sir; I didn't say a word about me. I delight
in making quick Karma even quicker-it's my pet hobby."
"My darling, you are a nasty little giri, I am happy to say. Going to kill
him with hives? Or with hangnails? Maybe hiccups?"
"I'm thinking of keeping him awake till he dies. Lack of sleep is worse
than anything you listed, dear, if pushed far enough. The victim's judgment goes
to pieces long before he stops breathing. He hallucinates. Including all his
worst phobias. He dies in his own private hell and never escapes from it."
"Gwen, you sound as if you had used this method."
Gwen did not comment.
I shrugged. "Whatever you decide, let me know how I can help."
"I will, sir
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