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hand.
    He proffered it to me, and I took it from
him and bent over the thing. I fumbled as I tried opening it.
    “Here,” said Tanner, grinning. “Let me
help you there…”
    He opened it and held it in front of my
face.
    I wanted to vomit, but I just couldn’t
make myself.
    Tanner looked over at King, who was
straightening up the stack of papers.
    “You may have these, Ms. Greene,” he said,
as he slid the folder over to me.
    “We will be sending a copy of the tape and
these documents to the Dade County prosecutor’s office, the Florida State’s
Attorney General, the FDLE and also the local Sheriff. We expect Derek will be
incarcerated no later than tomorrow evening. At that time, his bail will be set
to twenty million dollars. We intend to also bring suit against the Federal
government for harassment and improper procedures regarding the investigation
of Mr. King, his businesses, and expect that we will garner the cooperation of
Interpol and Scotland Yard, due to the involvement of international banking
concerns,” said Tanner.
    “Your stepbrother will be imprisoned for
the rest of his life, Ms. Greene,” said King. “And, there is only one way to
prevent it.”
    King slid back into his seat, grabbing his
cigar and bourbon, and looked at me with his lizard-like eyes.
    “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice
cracking.
    “I want you to kill your stepmother,” he
said.
    My eyes wide, I couldn’t comprehend the
words he’d just uttered. Unfamiliar and conflicting emotions welled up in me.
    “You must be insane! I’ll go to the police
myself!” I yelled at him.
    Laughing, King sat back and sipped his
drink. He took another puff of smoke.
    “Oh, no, you will not,” he said. “George?”
    “What Mr. King is saying is that you
really don’t have much choice. If you want to keep Derek out of prison, where
he will most certainly be killed by one of the men he’s helped to incarcerate
over the years, you will have to cooperate. And, we can assure you, these men
will not make his death either fast, nor painless,” said Tanner.
    My eyes teared over, and the horror I felt
made me retch.
    Derek! My love! How can I bear to see this
happen to you?
    “I am pretty sure you have little love for
your stepmother, Margaret, am I right, Megan?” said King.
    He leered at me, and took another puff of
his cigar.
    “I think I’m going to be airsick,” I
gurgled, just before Tanner thrust another air sickness bag in my face. I
gagged, and coughed.
    The two men watched, and Tanner gave me a
silk napkin to wipe my face.
    Then, he reached into a compartment and
brought out some lemon-scented wipes.
    The odor made me gag again. I spit a few
times into the airsick bag.
    “Have some water, my dear girl,” said
King, with no sympathy in his voice at all. I bet he was worried I was going to
foul his leather seats.
    “In actuality, Megan, your involvement in
your stepmother’s demise will be incidental,” said King.
    “You merely need to not do
something when the time comes,” he said.
    “That slight inaction will be enough, and
you will no longer be bothered by that terrible woman,” he finished.
    “Nor will I…” he muttered.
    King looked out at the ocean, and frowned.
There was something he wasn’t telling me.
    “I thought she and you were an item,
King?” I asked, warily.
    My head began to throb, the vibration of
the rotor blades making me nauseous again.
    “Dear Peg is merely a gold-digging whore,”
he said.
    “I used her, and now her utility to me is
almost at an end,” he continued.
    He made an odd movement, where his eyes
rolled up briefly.
    He looked at Tanner, who discretely
avoided looking back.
    “Why me?” I asked.
    “Because my dear girl, she trusts you. You
are the least likely person to whom she will ascribe any ability to cause her
harm. She may not love you, nor even like you. But, as hard as it may be for
you to grasp, she respects you,” he said.
    “Your father gave you a strong