"No need to get nasty," I said. "What do you mean, you've got them?"
"I mean that we've kidnapped them for ransom. You get the honor of being the ransomer. You're gonna pay me ten million dollars to get them back."
"You can't be serious. I don't have that kind of money," I lied.
"Not you, asshole. Your company."
"Richard IS the company," I said.
"That's right, he is, and that's why you're gonna pay to get him back. Ten million is chicken feed to you guys. You should be thankful that I'm not asking for more. He'll make it all back in a week. If you pay, that is. If you don't, we're going to chop them up and throw them in the river."
I looked at Meyer, who was looking back at me. We both knew that kidnappings rarely ended well, even when the ransom was paid. Kidnappers were too afraid
