Valerie's memory

Greg and Mr. Ralph stood in a tense standoff outside the hotel, awaiting their rides.

The air was thick with tension as Mr. Ralph sneered, "You know, G-dawg, I'm starting to regret letting you live. You've become too powerful, and it pisses me off. My fingers itch to pull the trigger every time I see your face."

Greg's expression remained calm, but his eyes flashed with anger. "Because you were stupid," he said, his voice low and even.

Mr. Ralph's smile grew wider, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Right, I guess I was. But if I can't kill you, it doesn't mean I can't kill her."

Greg shrugged, feigning indifference. "She's of no use to me. Skin her if you want. But before that, could you kill her husband first? I'm annoyed to know she's married."