"What are your plans for Mr. Maclamore?"
"I told you. Kick him out. He'll never wise up and cooperate with us."
"First, you'd better ask him a few more questions."
"Why? So he'll blow his head off and mess up my rug, like...." Arena stopped. "You won't get anything out of him."
"A man of his type has a strong aversion to suicide. He won't die to protect trivial information. And if he does—we'll know there's something important being held out."
"I don't like messy stuff," Arena said.
"I'll be most careful," Stenn said. "Get me some men in here to secure him to a chair, and we'll have a nice long chat with him."
"No messy stuff," Arena repeated. He crossed to his desk, thumbed a lever and spoke to someone outside.
Stenn was standing in front of me.
"Let him think he's pumping you," he hissed.