"I won't meet you at Altrocci's or anywhere. Keep out of my life or I'll have my prive-pols deball you and-"
"You have one private pol," Jason interrupted. "He's sixty-two years old and his name is Fred. Originally he was a sharpshooter with the Orange County Minutemen; used to pick off student jeters at Cal State Fullerton. He was good then, but he's nothing to worry about now."