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later Ford heard his key in the lock. The door opened, a match flared—there was no electricity at that time of night—and Prum stood there, staring at them.
    He instantly tried to duck back out the door, but quick as a flash Ford leapt up and slammed his foot into the door, blocking it from being reopened. He pressed the gun to the man’s head and held his finger to his lips. Sssshhhhh .
    Prum merely stared.
    Ford gently closed the door and gestured at Prum with the gun. “ Suor sdei , Mr. Prum. Shall we sit down?”
    Prum remained standing, very tense. Khon appeared from the shadows and lit a single lantern, filling the room with a feeble yellow light.
    “I said sit down.”
    Prum took a seat warily, like an animal ready to spring. “What do you want?”
    “We come to you in friendship and trust, with an excellent business proposition.”
    “You break into my house in friendship?”
    “We let ourselves in the back for your own protection, not ours.”
    Prum shifted uncomfortably. Ford studied the man. He was middle-aged, skinny and small with a potbelly and a restless manner. He wore a Hawaiian shirt, untucked, baggy pants, and flip-flops, and he smelled faintly of beer and cheap perfume. His large, liquid eyes were very alert. He remained silent.
    Ford smiled. “Mr. Prum, we are here to learn the location of the honey gemstone mine.”
    Prum said nothing.
    “We are willing to pay handsomely for the information.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “You don’t want to hear our proposal?”
    “There’s nothing you could offer me—not money, not women—that would make me change my mind.” Prum smiled. “Look around: I have all I need. A nice car, a beautiful house, flat-panel television, computer. Nice things. And I know nothing about any mine.”
    “They’ll never know you gave us the information.”
    “I don’t know anything.”
    “Not the slightest bit curious to hear our proposal?”
    Prum said nothing.
    Ford rose, walked over to Prum, flipped the gun around, and handed it to him butt first. “Take it.”
    After a hesitation, Prum snatched it. He popped out the magazine, slipped it back in. “It’s loaded,” he said, pointing the gun at Ford. “I could kill you right now. I suggest you leave.”
    “That wouldn’t be a good idea.”
    Prum smiled broadly. It was as Ford hoped: with the gun in his hand he was feeling secure. Little did he know Ford had taken apart the rounds, poured out the powder, and fitted them back together.
    “Here’s the proposition.” Ford slowly reached into his pocket and removed a small document. He laid it down in the yellow pool of light. It was a student visa to attend university in America.
    Prum snorted. “I have no need of that. I’m fifty years old! I’m a rich man, respected. I’m in business and everything I do is legal. I break no laws and steal nothing from anyone.”
    “The visa isn’t for you.”
    Prum looked puzzled.
    “Go ahead . . . take a look.”
    Prum hesitated, then reached out and took it. He opened it up and stared at the photograph on the front.
    Ford slipped an envelope out of his pocket, and laid it next to the visa. The envelope had a crimson logo on it with a single word, Veritas , and a Cambridge, Massachusetts, return address.
    “Read the letter.”
    Prum laid down the passport and took up the envelope. He slipped out the letter on heavy cream paper and squinted, reading it in the dim light, the paper shaking slightly.
    “It’s an acceptance letter to Harvard University for your son, signed by the Dean of Admissions.”
    A long silence ensued. Prum slowly laid the letter down, an unreadable look in his eyes. “This is the carrot, I see. And what is the stick?”
    “I’ll get to that in a moment.”
    “I can’t rely on your promises. These are meaningless pieces of paper. Anyone could have forged these.”
    “True. You’ll have to judge my sincerity. Right here, right now. The opportunity will pass,