Badd liked his thoughts on shrinks, they were quite aligned with Badd's own. Shrinks were like the kids who took things apart to see how they work, often breaking them in the process. Though with Landel that was probably the point.

He gave a short, jerky nod to Skulduggery's question. "The woman in the photograph was the woman who murdered my partner," he said, his voice slightly lowered. Even with Byrne alive again the wound was still open and festering. "And made a few attempts on a kid who's practically family to me. There's a few people in the world I'd like to beat to death more than her but it's a very short list." And Landel knew that. The choice was not random. Somehow he knew their histories intimately enough to know how best to twist the knife on each and every one of them.

The idea that this was hell became more viable the more one picked the place apart.