It seemed clear to Dumas that they’d squeezed the final drops of information from their captive, however disappointingly meager that information had proved to be.  Besides, they couldn’t risk sticking around any longer.  Dumas heard sirens in the distance -- and while it was possible that they’d been summoned to deal with some completely separate problem, it was also possible that they hadn’t been.<br/><br/>Keeping his arm pressed against the man’s throat, Dumas slid his needle gun back into its holster.  Then he thrust his free hand into the man’s pocket and pulled out the phone.  Hopefully, it would be able to tell them more than their captive had.<br/><br/>“Shock him,” Dumas instructed, nodding at White’s stun stick.  He wanted both men unconscious while they made their retreat.  “Then follow me.  You may need to leave the groceries behind, depending on how fast we have to run.”