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He looks down at Steve, then down the hallway toward an open window. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I say as I step over Steve and walk toward Ken, the four massive men I brought walking in behind me. “I’d have a seat.” I pull out a chair from the rickety kitchen table and motion for him to sit down. He hesitates, then slowly walks over, taking a seat as Steve moans on the floor in agony. “I didn’t do—” “I’ll do the talking,” I say, interrupting him. “You know that I know who you are. Looks like things changed pretty drastically for you,” I say, looking around the cramped apartment. “Steve,” I say, looking over my shoulder to where he’s pulling himself up to all fours. “Why don’t you come over here and join us?” “Fuck you, man. I think you broke my ribs!” One of the men grabs Steve by his collar, dragging him across the floor and tossing him into the other kitchen chair. “Relax, man!” he screams as he rights himself. “I’ll give you the recording; just don’t fucking hurt me.” “I’m