The fat man stood up and said, ‘good evening again everybody I hope you have been enjoying your little adventures’ all six men nodded with a wry s...ile. ‘I am a successful business man,’ he went on, ‘I run a number of night clubs, a casino and a few betting shops. I am a very fair man, I understand when people get a little behind with the debts that they owe me. I always give them plenty of time to sort themselves out, after all they are my customers. But every so often someone will abuse my. I’m a foot and a half taller than Thor and might be a better electronics engineer, but his skill at higher math, especially his grasp of quantum mechanics, is far ahead of mine. Concepts that seem obvious to him are completely beyond me. Sitting next to the rack was a clear plastic box, eighteen inches square, coated on the inside with a transparent, electrically conductive film. A device the size of a small cell phone was epoxied to the top. Inside the box was a 10′ plastic figure of Thor,. I took him back to my flat, I didn't bother making him a tea or coffee I just took him straight to the bedroom and sat him on the bed, "what's your name", I asked him, "John, John Fields", he replied. He looked as though he was still in his work gear, a t-shirt, shorts and a pair of safety boots. Fuck I thought I've hit the jack pot here, John was a short stocky bull of a man, the type that's got no neck, his arms were large and tattooed, same with his legs, his face was round and chubby, his. I stepped ruthlessly on my inclination to inflate my importance, since I didn’t know who they were and didn’t want anything inappropriate to get back to Linnea. ‘No, I’m Irene Calzetta’s slut. Irene is Linnea’s executive assistant.’ The two of them exchanged a glance. ‘I’m quite capable of getting you on Linnea’s calendar,’ I insisted. Xavier pulled a photo out of his shirt pocket and held it out to me. ‘Do you know this woman, Lily?’ Accepting it, I moved a little closer to one of the windows.