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nervous. He's never seen me in action. .

    You'll be great, she said.

    Yeah, I think there's still a great story out there. Hopefully the old man can help me find it. He gave her one squeeze, and she gripped his arms. Good night baby, he said.

    Henry? .

    Yeah? .

    I don't need you to tell me to be careful, do I? Amanda said.

    Come on, Amanda, Henry said. What would I need to be careful of? .

    Chapter 6.

    The first swing of the crowbar shattered Kenneth Tsang's kneecap. The second nearly dislodged it completely, ripping it away from the tendons that held it in place, rendering the entire leg practically useless.

    Kenneth Tsang was lying in the basement of the nightclub where he'd spent so much time over the past few months. Tsang had made himself well into six figures working for Malloy, and had begun to trust the man completely. Which was why when Malloy asked him to be there at four in the morning, dressed to the nines, Tsang did not even ask why. He simply showed up, was ushered inside and subsequently had his right leg shattered beyond recognition.

    Tsang lay on the floor, writhing in pain. At first he screamed as loud as anyone Malloy had ever heard, and Malloy worried for just a brief moment that the soundproof walls might just not hold up for a guy this sissified. After the second blow, however, the screams turned into a pathetic whimpering, and now Tsang lay there on the floor, still wearing his three-thousand-dollar suit, with one pant leg torn to shreds.

    A small puddle of drool began to accumulate under Tsang's head. He'd thrown up on himself. Not surprising. Pain and fear would do that to you. He was trying to crawl away, crawl anywhere. Sad, really. The door was locked. A blind man with no legs could get around faster than Tsang with that busted wheel. But he still crawled and blubbered and begged for mercy.

    P-p-please, Tsang blurted, thick spittle flying out with every syllable. D-d-don't' .

    Malloy just stood there holding the crowbar. Then the door opened and the dark-haired woman strode in. Tsang looked at her, confused, then he looked back at Malloy. For a moment, his eyes relaxed. Malloy knew exactly what he was thinking.

    She's a girl. She's here to save me. The brutality is over.

    If only he knew who this woman was.

    Hello, Kenneth, the woman said. She knelt down by his crippled form. He tried to raise his head, but was too weak. Without hesitating, she grabbed him by his hair and jerked his head backward until his eyes met hers.

    How are you feeling? .

    P-p-please, Tsang repeated. Let me go. I' I swear' I won't tell anyone. .

    The woman looked over her shoulder at Malloy.

    What do you think? she said. Should we let him go? .

    Malloy said nothing. Just shrugged.

    The woman released Tsang's hair. His face splatted against the floor, leaving another drool mark.

    Do you know why you're here? the woman asked Tsang.

    N-n-no, he gasped. I' I need to go' .

    I know this isn't exactly fair to you, the woman said. In the past, we've only made examples out of employees who've stolen from us. Lied to us. Betrayed us like Stephen Gaines. .

    I n-n-never betrayed you, Tsang said.

    I know you haven't, Ken, I know you haven't. But Gaines is dead, shot to death. A little too professional for my tastes. Being shot in the head sucks, but it doesn't convey the same fear as, say, well' .

    She pointed at Tsang's mutilated leg.

    That leg, that sends a message. .

    Tsang spat out, Then' then let me go. .

    The woman clicked her tongue against the side of her mouth and shook her head.

    It's not just the leg, Ken. It's what they see when they find you. Or find your body. I'm not a big fan of talking to people before I kill them, but you've been a pretty loyal guy and I think you deserve an explanation. .

    Malloy could see fear beyond rational explanation in Tsang's eyes, the kind of fear that came not from knowing your fate, but from having no idea just how much pain you could possibly be in.

    Tomorrow