Thirteen
Mr. White came in a little later with a couple of more guys behind him pulling a cart holding computers. They put the cart in front of Michael and set up a keyboard and mouse for him to use. I looked at the setup and then at Mr. White.
“You know I am no good to you when it comes to computers,” I said.
“That might be, but you guys will make perfect anchors.” Then the guys that came in with him came around us and put handcuffs on Dion and me so that our hands closest to Michael were handcuffed to him. Then our outside hand was cuffed to the cart. The only way we could go any place would be as a team, and we’d have to carry the cart with us. I wasn’t happy to admit it, but it was a pretty good idea.
Mr. White gave Michael some instruction that sounded like they were speaking anot
