“Well, that’s the deal I’m offering. Take it or fucking leave it. You said yourself I’m never getting out of here, so I don’t give a fuck what you do to me. I’m done.” Cain spat and hit the red button at the end of the table.     “Fair enough. You’re choosing how comfortable you’ll be in here for the rest of your life. But I think I may go pay Ms. Easton a visit when I leave here. She’s been with you for the past five months and I’m sure she’s been privy to some pretty interesting pillow talk. If she cooperates, she can walk away from this disaster with nothing more than a bad taste in her mouth. If she refuses, I’m sure I can dig up enough to pin her as an accessory to some of your criminal activity. I’ll spin you two like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.” He stood from the metal chair and buttoned his jacket.     “Leave her out of this. If it’s my blood you want, you’ve got it. She has nothing to do with any of this.” His heart rate picked up.