She knocked on the door and was invited in instantly by an intercom speaker. A buzz told her that the lock on the door was disengaged and she turned t...e knob and pushed.Willie Quentin was seated behind his desk, ledgers open before him. Mavis could see the long fluorescent tubes of the ceiling lighting in the store through the small window above and behind his head."Is something wrong, Willie?" Mavis asked, a tightness in her throat. She was aware of faint perspiration in her underarms."Wrong. Again theyembraced. Their movement brought Terence's eyes to the foot of the bedas well. At first all he could see was a blur of red. The sight of histoenails caused it. They had been painted bright red. His eyes werefilling with water, and he was feeling faint."What has happened?" He tried to speak but there were no words comingfrom his mouth. He knew he didn't board the airplane with paintedtoenails. He reopened his eyes, and saw that this was not his body. Thiswas the body of a young. "I was right," SSG French nodded. "Six cases of fraud, five cases of theft of virginity through misrepresentation... That's a big black mark for your headstone, Son." What do you mean?" Duane asked.CPL Potter glared at him. "The penalty for using a counterfeit CAP card for any purpose is death by lethal injection!"Duane blanched. "You mean... ?" The poison is a paralytic agent," CPL Potter spat. "You probably can't move now; in fifteen minutes, you'll stop breathing." What about a trial?" Duane. He was aware that as he was being pet and massaged, Conrad's voice wasalways right there and he knew that he was slowly becoming susceptible towhatever Conrad was telling him, no matter how hard he tried to resist.The knowledge of this....was its own form of torture. It was becomingclear how effective Conrad's methods were....and Adam knew it."No one is coming to help you," Conrad said softly, four hours into thelatest session. "You might as well just give into it. It's the only way.You.