"I just had a great idea. Maybe we could send out a mailing to various cult members from my office -- phony flyers for a seized-car auction or something -- documented and sent first class." "I think that's a fine notion," Winston said. Bear grinned at Tannino. "Feel like being a complainant?" "He violates that mail, the federal government is the complainant," Winston said. "Then we'll see about indicting him under RICO, getting him more time on the charges." Rutherford referred to his oversize digital watch. "Tomorrow's Friday. If you get the flyers to me by nine A.M., I can arrange same-day delivery." "That works out fine," Tim said. "Betters is expecting me back Saturday." "I don't know about this," Tannino said. "Your cover's getting thin. You go back up, you'll have to sign the financial docs. These guys don't sit on their hands -- they'll want to start digging into the financials first thing Monday. Even with my hooks in place, no way we can stall them out without them realizing Tom Altman's all smoke and mirrors.
