Robert got out of bed, heavy and sore as he limped to pick it up. At first he heard only the buzz of a radio in the distance. “Hello?” “Congratulations,” said Walker Marsh. “You choose a very fine means to dispose of your opponent. A very thorough job, sir.” “Go to hell.” Walker cleared his throat. “Now, before we discuss your next match, I need to know what we should do about Mr. Nolan’s surviving wife and child. You can ask for them to be spared if you wish. Otherwise…” “Don’t do a goddamn thing to them. Let them live.” “It’s your call, Mr. Crain. Consider it done.” “I want to talk to Peggy… Put Peggy on the phone.” “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” “Why?” “It’s just not a good time.” “You’re lying. You’ve done something to them.” “I guarantee your wife and son are very much alive and unharmed. In fact, I just spoke to them less than twenty minutes ago, to let them know that you were just one more step away from getting them back.
