"I get first crack," Jason continued, as he served the others lunch. "You each can decide what you want to do. But I want it clear. I don't want any bones broken. Joints dislocated, sure, but nothing like bones breaking. I also don't want him to starve to death or dehydrate himself to death. So I want him taken care of. I also don't want infection to kill him. Those things are where you come in, Greg," he said, nodding to Greg Walker, the surgeon who had been sued by five different clients for malpractice. "I want your supervision to ensure that his treatment is acceptable. Got it?"

Greg nodded.

"And for the rest of you, I might end up needing your help to restrai him if he gets too feisty and wants to escape." Jason took a sip of his drink. He smirked. "That would be incredibly stupid of him. Wouldn't you agree, Ralph?"

Ralph Davis, three-time divorcee, three-time wife beater. Mark had sued him for millions for his last wife.

"Yeah, I'd say so." He clasped his hands behind his neck and leaned back in relaxation. "So what'cha waitin' for?"

"I'll work him over after a few more hours. You each saw how I have him. The longer he's in that position, the more painful it'll" become.