Johnny shook his head, his mouth tightening into a thin line. "Sorry, Max. This bitch touched Mary, she's going to die. One hair on that blonde head is even vaguely out of place, and that's the end of her."
He didn't have to tell Max that this was what he did. There was enough about him in the newspapers of Electric City to fill a book. Johnny's reputation had permanently altered the name he'd tried to make for himself.
"I've never killed a person who didn't deserve it, Max, and I'm not going to start now. But if it's the same person, she's a serial killer. She, he. Whatever. Serial killers don't get to stay alive once I'm involved."
Johnny didn't care if Rob heard this part. It was one thing that didn't need to be hidden. He was a vigilante. He was Johnny Outlaw. This, precisely this, was his job and his life.
"You don't want to see that, you don't have to come in. Just don't stand in my way. I don't relish the idea of hurting a friend."