There was an old joke. Miller didn’t remember where he’d heard it. Girl’s at her own father’s funeral, meets this really cute guy. They talk, hit it off, but he leaves before she can get his number. Girl doesn’t know how to track the guy down.

So a week later, she kills her mom.

Big laugh.

It was the logic of [certain mass murderers]. “Here is the problem,” they said to themselves, “and there is the solution.” That it was drowned in innocent blood was as trivial as the font the reports were printed in.

“Leviathan Wakes” by James S. A. Corey

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