“Mr. Stromler,” said Long Clay. “Yes.” Nathaniel’s voice was hard with contempt. “We’re outnumbered ten to one. Or perhaps the ratio is worse. We must be ruthless.” “Do you intend to torture people?” “If you can’t stomach mean business, you should leave. If you lodge one complaint, Stevie and Brent will throw you in the cell and lock the door until it’s all over. If you attempt to impede my tactics in any way, I will shoot you.”
