Chapter 3

“Hi.” I slung my arm over the little man’s shoulder, glanced at his name tag, and urged him away from the bed. “Edgar?” I made my voice friendly. “Why don’t you point me in the direction of the cafeteria, and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee?”

“The cafeteria is closed this time of night!”

“Then we’ll just go for a little walk.”

“Well…I…That is…I…”

I strolled with the little man out into the corridor. I kept him close to my side and leaned down to murmur confidentially, “The gentleman in there has friends in very high places. If he’s worried with inconsequential matters, people lose their…jobs. You like your…job, don’t you, Edgar?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I smiled at him, and he turned pale. “But a wise man knows when to hold ‘em and when to fold ‘em. What do you think you should do?”

“Fold ‘em?” he squeaked.

“Wise man.”