Inside the nicely appointed bungalow room, Bob sat in a chair in the corner, and ordered Harry to open up all his bags. He sneered at the pastel blue and aquamarine colors the hotel had used in its ocean motif, considering it trite. There were two double beds in the room. Harry had obviously used one already, and he motioned for Diane to sit on the other bed that was still made.

�Diane, you can start undressing for me now. We have some unfinished business, you and I. I�ve been longing to taste you.�

�Boy,� Diane said, �You�ve got it all worked out. You own the place, is that right? You can just do anything to anyone, go anywhere, is that how it works?�

�Maybe I had better get some tape and cover your big mouth,� Bob said with an eerily psychotic calm. �I�d hate to have you spoil my concentration.�

�Well, you better just shoot me, because I�m not undressing for you. I�m not doing anything for you,� Diane said through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing.

Harry had spread out all his bags and opened them for Bob�s inspection.

�See? I have no money, no stash. Nothing of value to you, Bob. Or whatever your name is,� Harry said calmly.

�That�s too bad.�

�Why?� Harry asked.

�That means you�re going to die for nothing,� Bob replied. He raised the gun and aimed it at Harry�s head. Harry looked at Diane, and they said �goodbye� to each other with their eyes.

�Wait!� Harry said.

�Oh, I can�t wait to hear this one,� Bob smiled. �How will Harry beg for his life?�

�If you�re hoping for me to crack and offer up some previously forgotten funding, I�m sorry to disappoint you,� Harry said. �All I want is one goodbye kiss.�

Diane stared at Harry, incredulous that he would be toying with a man who was aiming a loaded, cocked gun at his head.

Bob laughed out loud.

�You find this humorous?� Denby maintained a straight face.

�I just think you have some massive cojones, Harry. I respect that. Go ahead, kiss the girl. It�ll be the last nice kiss she ever gets.�