Frankly, I knew Gino Fintelli to be ready for his kill. He came to the cabin prepared and probably had a shitload of weaponry strapped to his back and thighs. Something told me that he didn’t come to fuck around. Murder detailed his ambition, and revenge was his motive. To question that could have been life-taking. A fool wouldn’t have questioned Gino and his rage. In fact, they would have somehow prevented it from happening if they were smart. Sander and I both knew we couldn’t stop Gino, even if we decided to give it our best. 27: Shadows