“Fine, let’s deal. I don’t want to get any deeper into your fucked-up family business than I have to. It sounds like there are a lot more cement shoes than rewards going to be handed out in the near future and I want no part in it. In light of that, I will make a modest proposal that you and your people should find acceptable:<br/>You sound like a man of honor, so on your word of honor, I’m going to let you go as a sign of my good will and honest intentions. When you get home, you are going to tell the don what my price is. The girl, Flash, owes him a lot of money or so I’m told. And I just happen to need a driver. A loyal driver. The kind of loyalty you can’t just hire on craigslist. So…I want her debt as payment for your safe return. I will even throw in your idiot cousin to do with whatever you people want to do with him as a bonus. I will keep the suitcase as collateral until I have a solid guarantee that Flash and her car are now mine. Once that matter is settled, you get the suitcase – probably far more valuable than the girl herself – for free.<br/><br/>There is a reason for my generosity, of course. You see, I don’t want there to be hard feelings between us. If you and I meet in the streets, we give each other a polite nod and go our separate ways. The same goes for your other people. Also, you will provide me with a name or two by which I can reach your side of the family for further business. I wouldn’t want to ruin our newfound …friendship… by unwittingly striking a deal with the wrong people. And thirdly, I will promise to keep my mouth shut – and make sure that Flash keeps hers shut – about this whole affair. I reckon you guys have a lot of housecleaning to do and I wouldn’t want to alert the cockroaches. And like me, the datahaven where I keep my records will stay silent on the matter. Though, very much unlike me, it will<em>start</em>talking the moment I die an untimely death.<br/><br/>So…do we have a deal?”<br/>