Kill this sonofabitch.

"-kill this sonofabitch," he says, the anger burning through his common sense.

She freezes in place for less than a second, then bolts upright and points to the door. "Get the fuck out of my house right now."

He stands, shark eyes scanning her. The monster needs a solution, and a truly terrible one comes to mind. She's a witness now, and Rick has to go. Remove them both, the monster says. You're clean right now. Hit her tonight, then get Rick.

It must be showing on his face, because she goes pale and frightened, moves to the panic button. He holds his hands up, backing away from her to the door. He knows his anger is going to complicate this even more. About three seconds after he leaves her house, he regrets having even gone there. This will go badly, he thinks, knowing he's going to have to wait for the other shoe to drop now.