said Esme, “this is the best bad news I think I’ve ever seen.” “Mmm-hmm.” “Best?” Mineola looked at them both in bewilderment. “He’s riling two thousand people to go on a killing spree!” “That’s one way of looking at it.” The tall Asian threw up her hands. “Are you both out of your minds?” “Should I explain?” Esme asked Tom. “You explain,” Tom told Esme. Esme explained. “He’s forcing his followers to act under a deadline, which means, despite his warnings to the contrary, they’ll get sloppy. They’ll be easier to catch, and our rat-catchers are going to be on alert this weekend, you better believe it. Finally, we’re on the proactive side of the game, rather than the reactive side.” “But that’s not even the best part,” added Tom. “No, it’s not. The best part is the grand prize. Personally delivered by Cain42. Which means when Grover Kirk wins the prize, we get to meet the man himself, and cart off his sorry ass to ADX Florence for the rest of his hopefully miserable life.”
