From THE BRETHEREN by John Grisham
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This is from the brethren by john Grisham. So you're the negotiator. Beach said no, I'm the messenger. Then shall we begin? The first move belongs to you. You got the letter. We want some money and we want out of this place. How much money? Two million each? Spicer's head. And it was obvious this had been discussed many times already. All six eyes watchdog grow waiting for the twitch, the frown, the shock, but there was no reaction. Just a pause as he returned there stairs. I have no authority here. Okay. I can't say yes or no to your demands. All I do is relay the details to my brother. We read the newspaper every day. Beach set. Mr Lake has more money than he can spend right now. Six million is a drop in the bucket. He has 78 million on hand with. Now debt. Yarber added whatever. Our gross said, I'm just the curry here. The male runner sort of like Trevor. They froze again with the mention of their dead lawyer. They glared at our grow whose fingernails had got his attention, and they wondered if the Trevor comment had been laid across the table as some sort of warning. How deadly had their game to come? They were giddy with thoughts of money and freedom. But how safe were they now? How safe would they be in the future? They would always know make secret.