> No, no, they are, but in a totally different setting: he's got to come to you. As the rich and corrput owner of a private gambling establishment, hold the interview in your office, with the hired muscle standing behind you menacingly. Smoke a cigar and perhaps offer the PI a drink, but don't take him seriously. Start out jovially, and as the interview continues, get more and more angry as the PI's questions grow increasingly pointed. Eventually, you'll blow up at him, revealing something important, but have your goons throw him out (possibly roughing him up in the process).

Whoah, this was eerie. He IS coming to me. I was going to hold the interview in the kitchen, but I suppose I can move it to the study, which is like an office. The hired muscle is actually my two roommates, but they're both huge so they should do.

> Bad news, Don: within a week, you'll be dead or in jail. When the fateful showdown comes, be sure and use a line like, "You'll never take me alive!" or "See you in hell, Marlowe!" Those are both pretty good.

How about "You'll live to regret this!" or "You don't know who you're dealing with here!"?

> Stephen

Don