Thousand: Two Hundred Eighty-Seven

financier, I can’t mention his name, was kidnapped from one of our compounds and ransomed for twenty-three million dollars. His father wasn’t going to pay a thing. You don’t negotiate with terrorists! he said. But then he started getting. Started getting. Rhea’s lip trembles. Body. Body. He started getting body parts. In the mail. They were cutting pieces off him and mailing the pieces to his father. And he paid up. He paid the whole thing. He was able to replace his son’s body parts with superior technology, which was pretty neat. Joey showed me his um things. He looked