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we begin the most important phase in our company's history, she continued.
    You're a finance guy, Ken. You understand when companies begin new phases, how important it is to make sure everyone's in line. Make sure everyone has the same goals. And do you know what the single biggest motivational tool is in any company? Do you, Ken? .

    Ken shook his head. At least he tried to.

    It's fear, the woman said. Fear of being fired. Fear of being downsized. Fear of losing an income that you worked so hard for. Fear of losing the lifestyle you've become accustomed to.
    And, really, isn't that exactly why you came to work for us in the first place? .

    I won't tell anyone, Ken blubbered. I won't tell' .

    He tried to crawl again, slapping his arms against the concrete floor like a seal.

    I'm growing tired of this, the woman said. She walked over to where Ken was lying, raised her hand above her head and brought the crowbar down on Kenneth Tsang's left arm with a sickening crunch.

    Tsang howled in pure agony and tried to roll over, but his maimed knee wouldn't allow it.

    Now you're triple-jointed, the woman said. Anyone' I suppose what I'm trying to say, Ken, is that there are no hard feelings here. But right now your body is worth more dead than alive to us. Tomorrow morning, when they find you, you will matter more than you ever have in your life. Your body will create that fear we need. Two bullets in the back of the skull is a quick, painless exit. This, she said, nodding toward him, this is something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy, let alone yourself. .

    My mother' , Ken blurted.

    Will miss you very, very much. The woman raised the crowbar above her head, looking Kenenth Tsang directly in his watery eyes.

    Who' who are you? he said, his lip trembling.

    I was given a name a long time ago, the woman said. Beware the fury of a patient man. .

    Then she brought the crowbar down again.

    The boat approached the dock, and the driver pulled up alongside and tied a rope to a cleat. Once it was fastened tight, he went to help Malloy with the body.

    Hey, Len, Malloy said. Got you out of bed, it seems. .

    First time I've been awake past midnight in a year, Leonard said.

    If I had a pad as slick as yours I don't think I'd ever leave. How's the new flat screen? .

    Sixty-inch plasma, Leonard said. Just hooked up the surround sound. I could watch movies all day on that thing. Just screened Saving Private Ryan. I swear I thought the Germans were actually shooting at me. .

    Malloy laughed. You're a good man, Len, he said. Now come on, help me out. .

    The two men went over to the nondescript white van, opened the back door and hauled out a green burlap sack.

    Jesus Christ, Leonard said. What the hell you got in here? .

    Mutilated boy, Malloy replied.

    Leonard looked at him. That's not funny. .

    Malloy said, I ain't laughing. .

    You're serious, Leonard said. He looked at the bag, felt it. This feels like a bunch of mush. .

    Then that means we did it right. .

    Leonard sighed. You gotta do what you gotta do. Can I ask who this is? he said as the men carried the bag over to where the boat was idling.

    Ken Tsang, Malloy answered, his eyes staying on the bag.

    Fuck, man, are you serious? .

    Yeah, why? .

    Tsang was one of our best earners. Why the hell did it have to be him? .

    Because then everyone else will know how vulnerable they are. If Tsang can go down, so can anybody. .

    You don't think you could have pulverized, I don't know, Ben Purvis and gotten the same reaction? .

    Ben Purvis is an idiot who can barely tie his shoes. He's going to end up dead sooner or later. He croaks, people just assume he got what was coming to him. With Tsang, people will tighten up like they're about to get a hot poker up their ass. We need everyone alert, everyone game. .

    Leonard Reeves shook his head as they gingerly stepped aboard the boat. Reeves gently placed his side of the bag onto the floor. Malloy dropped his like a sack of