Mabel Quinn, whose eyes had been covered by Kyle Kinston all this time, suddenly yanked down her husband's hand, staring at Francine Howards in panic. "What did you say? What do you mean, 'dealt with'? Tell me, where exactly did you hide my daughter!"
"'Dealt with' means killed, obviously, haha!" Francine suddenly felt a kind of triumphant courage, her face twisted into a grotesque grin. "Speaking of which, your daughter's really tough, even a bomb couldn't kill her. So I had my parents help me finish her off. Right now she's probably buried in some desolate field, or just thrown into a stinking ditch, and most likely her body's already been dragged off by wild animals. Didn't the papers say there are some barren hills near the airport? There might be beasts up in those hills, too!"
