"Better explain—"
Kintyre was already in the bathroom, looking down at the man on the floor. O'Hearn had a long nose and not much chin. "Who hired you, Jimmy?" said Kintyre.
Hatred glared back at him. "Tough, aren't you?" said O'Hearn. "Big deal."
"I asked who hired you," said Kintyre.
He saw the growth of fear. "Look, I don't know," said O'Hearn. "And if I spilled anything, anything at all, they'd find out."
"And kill you. I've heard that line before." Kintyre shrugged. "You are going to tell me. Think about it while I make ready."
He took Yamamura out into the yard, toward the house. "My landlord left some extra keys with me, just in case," he said. "We'll borrow a soundproof room."
"Hey!" Yamamura stopped. "I told you, bodily harm is out."
"I've no such intention." Kintyre led him into the house and down to its basement. "We'll use the rumpus room. It has a pool table we can tie him to. The process seems to work best when the victim lies supine. I admit he might get a little stiff from the hard surface."
Yamamura grabbed his shoulder. "What the blue hell are you talking about?" he growled.