But what I do have are a very particular set of skills

“Write it down, every last detail. I already know what you did, you piece of shit.”

“Confess to what you wack job? I don't know what the hell you're talking about?”

“Refusing to cooperate? I'll laugh my ass off when they throw the book at you.”

“Throw the what? What are you talking about?”

“A wise guy, eh? Do you know what they do to wise guys in prison? You better spill the beans: where's Little Tony?”

“Look, mister -”

“That's detective to you, punk.”

“Detective I'm not lying, I swear. I have no idea who Fat Tony is or where he might be.”

“Aha, so you do know Tony.”

“I just said the opposite.’

“He's fat AND little; how could you have guessed that, hmm? Tony has some dirt on you, doesn't he? That's why you're protecting him? Do you owe money? Did he threaten your family? We have a witness protection program, we'll keep you safe after court.”

“I'm single, I don't have kids.”

“You better start talking before I pound your ass into the ground. Where were you on the twenty-first?”

“That was Monday, no it was Sunday. Probably in church.”

“Cute…You're a cute one ain't you? Do you know what they'll do to your cute, perky ass in prison, boy?”

“What is it with you and asses?”

“Not last Sunday, twenty-first November, on a cold, damp Friday evening.”

“I don't remember what I did. It's not like I memorize every day of my life.”

“I remember what I had for dinner that day. As a matter of fact -”

“Don't you mean ass a matter of fact?”

“Keep talking, I dare you… As I was saying. Dammit. I know what you did last Friday.”

“Never saw that one. They say Jessica Alba looks great in the movie.”

“How was the cheeseburger at Lucy's? What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“Were you spying on me? I don't know Tony alright?”

“Don't lie to me you freak. I know everything about your little hobbies. Unless you start talking, I swear I'll be so far up your ass I'll check the back of your teeth for cavities.”

“That's not gay at all.”

“You plan on kidnapping Robert Mueller, eight years old, from his home in Port Wood.”

“I don't know what you're on about. I'd like to call my lawyer now.”

“His parents will be out of town attending an early Halloween party. They'll leave Robert with the neighbor girl, seventeen-year-old Sabrina. She watches their kid from time to time.”

“I don't have anything to do with kids, all right?”

“You plan on waiting until the parents leave. But you won't be alone will you?”

“I heard enough, can I go now?”

“Some guy will be there to do the heavy lifting, one of Tony's goons. Here's a photo. Do you recognize him? They call him Limper. He got out this year and killed two. Anyway, it's your job to slice the cameras and electric locks.”

“I'm done talking. Hey, open the door, let me out of here, this cop is crazy.”

“How do you take out the street cameras by the way? I know you work for the company that installs them, but how do you bypass an entire security grid? You must be a wizard with computers…”

“All right look -”

“I know it was you who caused the blackout on 88 Street. We found eleven dead goons and all cameras were fried for two blocks. Do you know what they'll do to that kid after Tony sells him?” Want to see pictures?”

“You…you have pictures?”

“If it was up to me I would put a bullet through your head right now. I’ve seen your collection of disgusting, mutilated corpses. Do you get hard watching that stuff?”

“Those are private. What you did was illegal, I know my rights. There's no law saying I can't own or distribute those pictures. Some of them I took myself.”

“Tuning in to cop frequencies, paramedic chatter, that's how you know where the action is?”

“That's right, information is key. That's how we won the war against the Nazis.”

“I don't need a history lesson, punk. I know your plan, I know how it's gonna go down: both you and the kids will die.”

“They said they would collect the ransom his rich parents will undoubtedly pay and no one will get hurt. I just take care of the power and open the front door. Tony always pays.”

“You don't have a problem helping guys like Tony get what they want?”

“If a bunch of murderers and rapists kill each other in a dark alley I see no problem with that. Good riddance I say. If I get paid through the nose in the process all the better.”

“What about the kidnapping?”

“Tony promised no one would get hurt. The money would be wired fast into a secure account even before the police would know what was going on. We wouldn't even leave the house with the kid, he would be completely safe.”

“Wrong, listen to this. Do you recognize the voice? Right in the river, all three. Limper will make short work of you.”

“That son of a bitch! Why would he want me dead? I'm quite good at this, there aren't many around who can pull off what I do. This is probably his biggest score. You would think he'd protect a valuable asset, that's just bad business.”

“The ransom is lunch money. What you fail to understand is that the money is in the bodies. That kid has a particular set of genes that a customer will pay millions for. They need the liver. Now… Do you want to live? Then you do as I say. You're going to help us catch Limper, Tony, and all of his goons with one elegant move. If you help me, I promise you'll be locked up in a minimum security prison where they have cable TV and little to no ass-fucking.”

“How little specifically?’”