When Paul put his key in the door, he was yawning. He moved carelessly into the room, turned to lock up, and felt the cold touch of a gun on his temple.

"Whaaah!" he yelled in fright.

"Hands behind you, Paul. Don't fuck with me or I'll blow your nuts off."

"I… You…" Paul sputtered.

Paul put his hands behind him, and Mickey wrapped them quickly with some silver electrician's tape Milo had given him. Then he spun Paul around and pushed him against the door.

"You can't do this to me. I'm a U. S. senator." "You're puppy shit, Pauly. You shouldn't a' forgot who you were dealing with."

A few minutes later, the back door opened and Warren Sacks was pushed into the room with a pillowcase over his head. Tony pulled the case off once they were inside, and Warren stared at them, his eyes bulging with terror. He had a pair of his own tennis socks taped into his mouth.

"Tony, get a couple a' pair of swim trunks outta the dresser… an' some socks for Pauly."

"Just what the fuck do you think…?" Paul didn't get any further because Mickey hit him in the solar plexus. When Paul's mouth flew open to exhale, Tony shoved the socks into the opening, then Mickey pulled him upright and pushed his head back against the wall.

"How do you guys feel about fishing? I know it's late, but what the hell… Warm see if anything's running out there?"

Warren and Paul looked at Mickey through wild eyes.

They stepped out of the pink Flamingo Suite, closed and locked the door, and headed toward the cabin cruisers.