Grab them, and get a surprise.

You freeze, your ears straining, trying to identify the voices. They're speaking so low that you can't even make out what they say, much less who they are. You pause in the half open door, determining from the noises you can hear that your room is being searched.

You have nothing that can be easily found that's incriminating, and you know that you've hidden crucial stuff so well that it will escape the search of two dumb schoolgirls. You wonder if this is Tamara looking for leverage to escape you, or some kind of thrill seeking behaviour by a couple of rich brats. If it is Tamara, you wonder who she's recruited to help her, and what she's told them. Either way, the next few minutes should be interesting, you think to yourself with a smile.

You decide on sudden and devastating surprise. Listening closely to determine where they girls are in the room, you ease the door open silently and step into the room.

You can see two figures dimly silhouetted by the small flashlights they hold. They're crouched in front of your open closet door, rummaging through your suitcase which you know holds nothing except a few clothes that you haven't unpacked yet.

With silent speed you slide across the room, reaching down and grabbing one of figures by the collar and wrenching her to one side as she squeals in sudden alarm, casting her aside to sprawl on the floor. The other is still reacting, gasping as she starts to rise. You grab her by one arm, twisting it as you push her towards the first girl, forcing her to the floor beside her sprawled partner, both of them squeaking in surprise and fear.

"What have we got here?" you snarl, holding your captive down with a knee in the small of her back and reaching for a dropped flashlight with your left hand, still holding the knife in your right.

"Let me go you fucker!" the girl you're holding down shrieks, squirming frantically to escape. You recognise Tamara's voice even before you shine the flash on her face and grin at the possibilities of your capture. The other girl is whimpering frantically but not trying to escape. You shine the flash on her crumpled, frightened face, not recognising her for a moment.

And then you do, and with that realisation comes the certain knowledge that the situation is suddenly much more complex than you thought.

For the other girl is Theresa Maglio. The granddaughter of the mobster who wants you to listen and report what you learn. The girl who Tony Dogs warned you not to involve in anything you have going.

She's looking at you with wide, wet eyes, her chin trembling in excited terror as Tamara squirms helplessly beneath your knee.