I spent ten minutes softening him up with the rhetoric – he would be a disgrace, he would be ruined, he would be looking at prison time in with the nonces and child molesters. By the end of it, I had him in tears, which was exactly what I wanted. Then came the sweetener; you are small fry, tell me everything and we may be able to make an exception in your case, keep it out of the papers, probably even keep it out of court. But only, ONLY, if you turn in your cohorts! He nodded his acquiescence and so I poured him a small sherry, just to steady his nerves.
I spent ten minutes softening him up with the rhetoric – he would be a disgrace, he would be ruined, he would be looking at prison time in with the nonces and child molesters. By the end of it, I had him in tears, which was exactly what
