"Find out where his fuel is stored. I'm on your side." Then Arena was coming back, and Stenn was looking at me indifferently.
Arena had overcome his aversion to messy stuff sufficiently to hit me in the mouth now and then during the past few hours. It made talking painful, but I kept at it.
"How do I know you have Williams?" I said.
Arena crossed to his desk, took out a defaced snapshot.
"Here's his I. D." he said. "Take a look." He tossed it over. Stenn held it up.
"Let me talk to him."
"For what?"
"See how he feels about it," I mumbled. I was having trouble staying awake. I hadn't seen a bed for three days. It was hard to remember what information I was supposed to get from Arena.
"He'll join in if you do," Arena said. "Give up. Don't fight. Let it happen."