The hand holding his needle gun remained perfectly steady.  But inwardly, Dumas winced when heard White’s familiar voice.  Now his captive knew his name.  And unfortunately, ‘Dumas’ wasn’t a particularly common one.  He’d always suspected that White had been placed in his life as punishment for some past sin -- this confirmed it.<br/><br/>“Listen,” Dumas snapped, giving White a single hasty glance before returning his attention to the man he was holding at gunpoint.  “I don’t have time to explain.  I’m doing this for someone we both care about.  So if you trust me, help out.  If you don’t trust me, run along and get the police.  But by god, if you come at me with that stun stick, I’ll rip off your arm and beat you unconscious with it.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And then your boyfriend will never forgive me.</span><br/><br/>Dumas was willing to go to jail, if that was the price he needed to pay for helping Mari.  But he wanted to go after he got his questions answered.  As he’d told White, he didn’t have much time.  He wasn’t sure how long the man he’d shocked would stay down.  And, although he’d tried to pick a spot without any security cameras, he couldn’t be absolutely sure that alarms weren’t already going off somewhere.  Frowning, he glared at his captive.  “You were with a woman in that train station.  What was your business with her?”