“If you like. But how about you check in at that coffin-hotel at the corner to freshen up and use the facilities? We can meet in the lobby in two hours.” Jason proposed and cut through the plastic cuffs he had put on Emilio. If this guy was going to be his contact person with the mob, it would be best to part on good terms.<br/><br/>He took the stolen car as his ride home, leaving it parked in a back alley with the door open a few blocks from his place. That was sure to attract the low-lives who would remove anything of value not welded to the frame. And by doing so they would either take or contaminate any evidence – genetic or otherwise – he might have left in the car.<br/><br/>Flash was where he had left her – still naked and still helpless. Jason got out of his armored jacked and placed his gun on the table. It felt nice to lose some of the weight. He poured himself some soy-orange juice and let his hand run casually through her red hair while he checked his inbox for O’Hara’s message. Flash tried to get his attention, making little noises and fighting a bit against her bonds but he ignored her for the moment. He had business to attend to first.<br/>