"I heard you crushed one of Eric Mitchell's fingers?"
Carrie Thomas asked with a touch of curiosity in the room at the Oxfordshire Villa.
Harrison Clark nodded, "Yes. I crushed one. He had originally promised never to return to the country, but I caught him red-handed, so I thought he deserved a lesson."
"Good."
Carrie smiled.
"Huh, why don't you say I'm too cruel?" Harrison looked a little puzzled.
Carrie shook her head, "I don't think it's cruel. I believe you have your reasons for everything you do. People like Eric Mitchell should indeed be kept from returning for a lifetime. But I don't think you should be angry about this, it's not worth it, and it doesn't match your current status."
Harrison shook his head, "Status? What status can I have? Aren't I still a person with a nose and two eyes? But I wasn't angry. You might not believe it, but I was just thinking about the spirit of the contract. He broke the contract and should pay a price, it's that simple."
