Man with a knife. Lunatic. Some kind of backwater redneck prophet with a penchant for torturing girls and a surname so reputable you can't reach him through anything even vaguely resembling legal channels.
Bigger 'n meaner than anyone I've met in a long while. Which isn't going to stop my partner from trying to rush him. Whole reason I've got to get back.
Even if it's too late, justice needs serving, y'know?