"He never loved her, he told her that. Multiple times." I'm pushing, I know, but the truth needs to be said. "Your daughter couldn't accept no, that's why she escalated and threatened to kill innocent people. And yes - she died because of it."
Marie's face twists with rage and grief. For a moment, I think she'll hit me again, but she regains control, stepping back.
"You know nothing about love." Her voice is cold.
"I know it doesn't involve bombs and threatening hundreds of innocent lives."
"Vincent wants to kill you quickly." Marie changes topics, her voice casual now. "Sounds professional as usual - a bullet to the head - how boring."
She walks to a table to pick up a tablet. "But I want you to suffer, as my daughter suffered."
She turns the screen toward me.
I see live feeds from multiple locations and recognize them: FBI headquarters, a hospital, elementary schools, and Grand Central Station.
