Marco's got him locked down so tight, he's half-dead already. It's more than he deserves to die so quickly, but I don't have the luxury of time to torture him.

Marco releases him, and he drags in a long breath as I grab him by the collar and haul him up onto his feet.

"Where is Abel?" I demand.

"I don't know," he answers, his voice almost too hoarse to understand. "He took off and said he had some business to handle."

"What business?" I dig the tip of my knife into his forehead.

"Fuck, I don't know," he wheezes. "He doesn't tell us anything."

I drag the knife down and to the right, carving an F into his flesh. Blood gushes from the wound, and he nearly collapses again. Sensing a need, Marco comes to hold him upright for me.

"I can do this all night." I stare at him.

It isn't exactly true. The sirens in the distance are getting closer. Someone undoubtedly heard the gunshots, and I need to get my wife out of here. But the last thing I want to do is drag this piece of shit back to the compound to finish him off.

"He's gone off the rails," the guy tells me. "I don't know where he's been. But he was supposed to handle this shit, and he left it for us."

I carve a U into his forehead next, and he starts talking faster, spewing whatever he thinks will save him as I move onto the C.

"He said you'd be looking for him, and he couldn't let you find him. He was getting too paranoid, so he wouldn't tell us anything. But we knew the gig was up. Abel was going completely insane. That’s why one of my guys delivered the note to you. So you could come get her."

“Purely out of the kindness of your heart?” I muse, slashing the blade to complete the K.

“Look, we fucked up, okay? I know that!” he screeches. “We just wanted some respect. You can’t blame us for that.”

“Respect is earned,” I remind him. "Now tell me what the doctor did to my wife."

"All he did was give her the sedative," he pants. "Come on, man. You're carving me up like a fucking pig."

"It's the least of what you deserve." I move onto the Y and O as blood pours down his face, blinding him.

"I'll help you find Abel. I swear it. Just give me a chance."

"Your chance was up the moment you decided to fuck with my wife." I finish off the U with a flourish, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Which one of you left the bruise on her face?"

He swallows, and I know it was him before he even conjures up a half-ass denial.

"Boss." Marco glances at me from behind, signaling I need to hurry things along.