"A sharp crunching sound echoed across the cramped office. Pinfeather's eyes went wide, his body rigid as a steel pole. He looked down. Caitlin's hand was buried in his chest up to the wrist. A rivulet of blood guttered from his mouth as he tried to speak. Caitlin put her lips to his ear as her fingers curled around his pounding heart. "Like you said, this is Vegas," Caitlin whispered. "And in Vegas, the house always wins." She yanked her hand free. Pinfeather crumpled to the carpet, a look of surprise frozen on his face. She dropped his dead heart onto the ruins of his chest and went to find a bathroom where she could scrub her hands. Caitlin hummed as she strolled away from the empty church, thinking about what to buy for dinner. Daniel was coming over, and for at least one night, they could relax together in peace. She supposed things had worked out just fine."