Ryder touched his forehead, which had by now mostly scabbed over. He didn't mind the viscera of murder, but the shrieking and twitching definitely got old. "Gags don't really work, either," he mused, thinking of Nash--she'd managed to do a lot of screaming around hers. "Hard to slit a guy's throat while he's still in the car, too. The whole angle's wrong--I wound up stabbing a guy through the chin once. I think of it as bad craftsmanship."