Jander sat there studying the man, trying to figure out who he wanted tortured. Was it a mistress? A double-crosser? Someone who needs to be taught a lesson?
He sat there in stony silence then broke out laughing. "Lisa Lestrange? You want me to kill a Lestrange?"
He continued laughing for about a minute, then his face turned cold as if set in stone. "Do you think I'm *stupid* mate? Why the hell should I make an enemy of the Lestranges?"
Of course, they don't have to know who killed her, he thought, But the bite marks would prove problematic. Always the sodding bite marks. If only I were a mosquito...