Mr. Johnson enters the Hole-in-the-Wall Bar and sits down, placing his briefcase on the table. He looks about. Mr. J: “Where is Leesa? And why the gun?” Kammie: “The gun? Well, Max is watching outside and he just whispered into my earpiece that there are four heavily armed and armored men in your limo outside. Sort of the type of team that would come in here after you left and eliminate any witnesses and recover this cash. Max has a 25mm assault cannon with a thousand rounds of H.E.A.P. (High Explosive Armor Piercing) rounds pointed at them. It will shred them if they try to exit the car. If that happens, this gun will put a .44 Magnum round through your left eye. I suggest you get on that fancy little lapel mike and tell your boys to stay put.” Mr. J: “Uh… Okay. McCarthy, you boys just sit still. Just do it, you stupid ape! Now, where is Leesa?” Kammie: “Zachary (who is now back to his normal self) delivered her to her daddy’s office about five minutes ago. He also delivered an envelope containing a copy of the e-mail you sent to the Governor’s security chief telling him we were coming. Fortunately we went last night, instead of tonight like we told you. There are also copies of two years worth of e-mails between you and the Governor’s chief of staff, including a warning about the egging plot. Also, your bank records showing some interesting deposits. But to be fair, the Gov’s security chief got an e-mail suggesting he check your computer at work where he will find that you downloaded the plans for the sewer system. They will also find an anonymous e-mail from a public data link, thanking you for your help. And a promise of payment as soon as we are paid. It is great to have a really good hacker on call.” Mr. J: “But… but… You can’t do that.” Kammie: “Oh, yes we can. And Leesa is safe. Since the Governor never admitted having her, he can’t very well come after her for escaping. Now with an angry Governor and a REALLY angry Daddy after you, I might suggest you run far and fast. Oh, I suppose you know that Leesa’s uncle, who adores her, owns a meat packing plant. You should watch who you try to double cross. Have a nice evening.” Mr. J: “But… I... ah…” Kammie: “Bye-bye.” Mr. Johnson stumbles out the door. Max (in the earpiece): “Hmmm, McCarthy just got a call from Daddy.” Thanks to all of you for your support the past two weeks. I hope you have enjoyed this one as much as I did. Thanks for all your comments.