Andrew picked up the ice water from the table and poured it over the man.

The unconscious skinny guy, Dirk Benedict, immediately jolted awake. "Please! Come on, man, don't kill me!"

Andrew smirked, "Who do you think you are for me to spare you?"

Dirk's face darkened. "Don't push it, man. I'm with Mr. Nielsen. And Mr. Nielsen works for Big Z from Verhampton Valley, the real shot-caller around here."

Andrew's tone stayed flat. "Your little town actually has a shot-caller?"

Dirk puffed u