"You are all going to die, " Brandon leered, his voice an alarmingly sinister basso. "Slowly... And. Painfully."Meredith and I stared at him, our mout...s gaping open."Right, well," I said. "That's just very reassuring." He's very good at that," Meredith said faintly, her eyes as large as saucers.Brandon beamed, inordinately pleased with himself."Okay, so, Trina," I said. "Conversation back on track. Trina." Yeah," said Meredith, tearing her gaze away from Brandon with an effort. "Trina. Okay.". "Put your hands on the steering wheel."Mike complied."Take these ties and put one on the bottom of the wheel and one on top. Just pull it through. Don't zip them all the way down."Nick handed Mike the ties. Mike did as he was told."Now put your right hand through the bottom one. Then put your left one in the top one."Mike put his hands where he was told. Nick quickly tightened the ties, securing Mikes hands to the steering wheel. Nick took the pistol and put it in his pocket. He reached over. “I can’t believe I have to miss breakfast for this…”Her sweet voice was perfectly clear in the silent room and brought his gaze around to meet her eyes, offering her a half hearted smile and a chuckle at her predicament. “Can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.” His accent was a slow drawl, reaffirming his farm boy status. Her lips puffed out a bit more as she put on her best pouting face. She knew he was enjoying the sight of her body, as everyone else did. In all honesty she had never cared. Henderson your government would like to ask you for a favor.”Perplexed I replied, “A favor? What kind of a favor?” This didn’t sound good. “What could the government possibly need my help with?”“Mr. Henderson, it’s about your new neighbor.”“You mean Tony Monassario?”“Yes, his friends call him Big Tony.”“What is this? Some kind of joke?”“I wish it were Mr. Henderson, but your new neighbor is a member of organized crime.”“Organized crime? You mean like the Mafia?”“Well, we don’t know if there are.