“Dylan.”

“Whatever! But no matter; this girl has some information. Information very necessary in my ingenious plan.”

“I see, sir.” Carter was looking over some complicated diagrams and spreadsheets on the computer screen in front of him, muttering to himself.

“I can’t go through with the next stage until I pry that information from her.”

Dylan shifted nervously. “But, what if she’s not willing to tell you.”

Carter gave him a sly look. “Dylan, you know that I have ways of, persuasion.”

“But, what if those don’t even work?”

He thought about this a minute. “If I have to resort to prying it out of her cold dead hands, that can be arranged.”