““nasty, priggish colonel.” “How did you kill him?” Frank asked, looking up into Jack’s eyes. “I twisted his head off his neck, I did,” Jack said with satisfaction. “And did it cure him?” Frank asked. Jack frowned. “Cure him? Of what?” “Being an officer,” Frank said and walked towards the hallway as Jack let out his strange, braying laugh. The sound raced through the house, and Frank shook his head. He may be a madman, and a murderer, Frank thought, but he’s still a soldier, and I can work with that.””
