" Acardi! We should have killed him on the spot and you wouldn't let me! You didn't even listen." " Fine," I said, glaring at him. " Next time you want to commit murder, give me a call. You dagger them, I'll chop them into little tiny pieces and toss them into the East River." For the first time, I noticed the shadows beneath his eyes, the gauntness on his face. He lowered his voice, rubbing his temples as if he had a migraine. " This isn't the time for sarcasm, Liana." " No, apparently it's murder time. "