"He doesn't feel any pain, Neil. I had to break his damn legs." Neil knelt down beside the guy. "But he bleeds like a pig." "We better call an ambulance." Alexa looked over her shoulder as she heard the door creak. "Yumi, back in you room." She took a photo of the man's face and sent it to Laiveaux with the message: Do you know this guy? He was still in hospital, unable to get out of bed, but his brain was working just fine. The man propped himself up on his arm. "Who are you?" Neil asked. He stuck out a hand. "They call me Sam Iceheart East." "Your real name, pal," Neil said. The guy shrugged. "That's it, Sam East." "Why were you watching us?" Alexa asked. The guy chuckled. "Two things. First thing, I don't feel pain, don't think you're going to torture me into telling you anything. Second thing. If I tell you, I'm dead anyway." "Well, you're busy bleeding to death, your wish may come true," Neil said. "Sooner than you think." Alexa removed her Glock from its holster. She fired four times, twice into both of Sam East's thighs.
