
Role added by @michaelcosby on May 17, 2026
Ivan Spreckle is an appalling little man with yellow teeth and a laugh that makes your skin crawl. He's wanted for the sexual assault and murder of at least seven children in New York. When a detective slides a photo of an eight-year-old girl across the interrogation table, Spreckle licks his lips. "Tasty," he says. "But not my type. I like younger women." Then he guffaws. He thinks he's untouchable in police custody. He's wrong. Frank Castle walks into the precinct, surrenders, then overpowers Stevie West, shoves her into Spreckle's interrogation room, and shoots Spreckle through a tissue-box silencer—once in the neck, once in the forehead. Spreckle dies with his coffee cup shattered and his eyes wide. No one mourns.
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