"I know," she says, wry. "I don't like it either. I'm not sure, but I also don't know if it would be a good idea to try. They might get squirrely and suspicious if I insist on having my guy there, and then we'd be stuck with all their muscle in the same small room with us."

She puts a hand on his arm and gives him a rueful look. "But this is a better class of criminal than you've been after, lately. Less with the barfights and more with the psychological manipulation. And you'll be nearby."