I think you could understand that, Mr. Fitzsimmons." What, I can't kill him?" I asked in surprise. "Even on my own?" Well, you can try," Lucifer shrug...ed. "He's already survived one assassination attempt. Of course, I never promised him a pleasant or comfortable life. Just a long one."I frowned. Well, nothing worth doing was easy. And the thought of prolonging Mark's suffering, extending it for years and years, was a pleasant one. He deserved a lifetime of agony for his crimes. I was a careful. Marcus had fought since he was eleven. He had trained in several gyms and dojos over the world. From the U.S. to Thailand he had trained hard. He had gone to France and Russia where he learned their style to mix up his routine. He had been to Brazil and studied under some of the best fighters in the world and where he had actually lived for a time. He also had fought in any venue that he could to get experience. He knew that his long record was a distinguished one, 94-9-1. But for all his wins. ”“I know that, Karen. And thank you, it was a nice thing to say.”She looked at me for a moment.“You have changed, Greg. You are like two different persons, one is the same nice person I used to know, but the other is someone tougher, someone who has hardened during the years. I guess I can blame myself partly for that.”“No, Karen, that is much too much credit to put on any single person. Especially you.”Yet I had to admit that she had given me a good shake. I should have expected that, since we. I've got this womancomes into the shop."He tossed his head back in the direction of the travel trailer."Jenny and her sister actually brought her in the first time. She looksfifteen, but she was twenty one and she has this fourteen year old son,but he's really three." Belinda and Kyle," she said. "Kira told me about them." Yeah, well anyway she came in last week and got a coffee and when Ibrought it out to her the first thing she did was reach into herbackpack, pull out a bottle and start.