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Dave had a look on his face like he had seen death and was about to meet it
again. Vance was going through the contents of Dave’s wallet; which had
pictures of Dave, a woman, two small kids and his Massachusetts driver’s
license. Vance picked up the room telephone and began dialing a number, a
lady answered, the Ruston’s residence. Hi, Vance said in the best business
voice he could muster up at the time, may I speak with Dave please. I’m sorry
Dave is not in right now, would you like to leave a message? Yes, tell him that
Larry Daniels called. Will do, the lady said politely. I’m sorry Vance said, I did
not get your name, Susan Ruston, I’m Dave’s wife. As he was hanging up the
telephone Vance could hear Susan calling the name of two kids, Sherry and
Dalton playing in the background.

Vance walked over to Raheem and said let’s throw this chump over the side
of balcony, how high are we Vance asked. We are five stories up Raheem
said, then he grabbed another sheet off the bed and threaded it through the
hog tied hand and legs of Dave. Raheem and Vance carried Dave limpness
body over to the balcony and positioned him over the rail of balcony so that
Dave could only see the concrete area below him. Vance had tied the sheets
in a way that when he and Raheem let go of the sheets; Dave would free fall
for about two stories below before coming to an abrupt halt. When Vance and
Raheem brought Dave back over the balcony rail and back into the room
Dave’s look was of permanent ingrained fear. Raheem asked, what is that
smell? Then Raheem said, this chump have defecated and urinated all over
himself. Vance knew that they had broken Dave all the way down and now
was the time to talk to him, because at this point they had his full attention.
Vance spoke in a low firm voice; I’m going to ask you some questions, if you
lie to me I‘m going to kill you. Then Vance pulled out the 9mm gun that