The two big bruisers that stop at her door don't look afraid, just nervous.<br/>"No need for this, missus", the more intelligent-looking one hurried to reassure her. "We're only here to carry him. He can't walk, can he?"<br/>They really do pull him inside a van. The glasses of the vehicle aren't so much obscured as dirty. The inside, however, looks clean and has a stretcher.<br/>A much smaller blond man approaches her from the other direction. He's holding money in his hand.<br/>"You better leave this car somewhere it can't be traced to this place", he advises. "Or heck, sell it on parts. Just do it quick, its description is all over the radio".<br/>He shakes his head.<br/>"You brought us my brother alive. There will sure be more work with someone with your skills. But forget this night has happened, or both you and him become a...liability. We don't want this, do we?"<br/>Tom's brother handed her a roll of bills. Seems like about two thousands. And there's a card on top, with golden letters. Some lawyer's phone in a law firm, it seems.<br/>"If the cops get to you about tonight, call this man and tell him Mississippi Tom told you the number. He's going to bail you out faster than the lezzies in the prison could make you spread your legs! Any questions?"