Torsten smirked over his newspaper.

“Or divorced.

I know some excellent family lawyers.”

Ingrid sat beside me, silent, her hand hidden in mine beneath the table, and I felt her flinch and then, slowly, hold on.

“That’s very generous of you, Torsten,” I said, and smiled.

Sitting at that table, smiling at the two people I intended to destroy, was its own kind of deployment.