The son of a bitch.
I don’t know if I’ve ever really cursed on this blog before. But right now I cannot think of anything else to say. The son of a bitch. That evil bastard. He did it out of pure spite, I’m convinced. And took whatever secrets he carried, to his grave. “Evil” is the only word for it — a term I don’t use very often.
I don’t know what else to say.