"It was those fraggers who messed with Mama Grande yesterday, wasn’t it?" he asked. "Those spineless, candy-assed little mocosos came back to take out their frustrations on an old woman, didn’t they?" He leapt to his feet and paced through my doss, big hands clenching and unclenching. Then he turned to me and said in a voice as cold as death: "They’re meat, Leni. Nothing but meat. I’ll kill them."