"You could have run," he said.
"Which leaves the question," Maduro continued, circling her now. "Why are you here? Revenge is so… inelegant. And you, Jill, are the most elegant piece I've ever owned." Jill Perfeccion corporal 51 PMaduro
Now he turned. His eyes moved over her—not with lust, but with appraisal. He was checking the weapon. He saw the dress, the heels, the empty hands. He did not see the ceramic straight razor taped inside her left thigh. He did not see the three years of silent planning, the offshore account in her birth name, the passport in a false compartment of her clutch. "You could have run," he said
"Because 50 is for business," she continued. "51 is for what happens when business fails." "You could have run