The video continued with images of the arrests and the raids on the offices, including shots of the FBI helicopters circling the warehouse in Michigan. The audio was snippets of newscasters from all over the country and headlines: LIVE-LIFE-WRONG! PILL MILL BUST! DR. DRUGS! FRAUD IN THE HAMPTONS! Every major network and its local affiliates were covering the story. You couldn’t turn on the television without seeing the raids on the various locations and the arrests. In the case of Marcus, the press covered the ambulance ride from the scene of his beating to the hospital. There was still no word on who was responsible.

The video was almost five minutes of police raids, helicopters, newscasters, and medical correspondents, interspersed with the recent third-day grunge photos of Steinwood and Corbett, interspersed with the mangled Marcus. They would be forced to watch the same five minutes of their undoing over and over while their bodies were being pumped with their homemade “supplements.” The sisters would keep them on this regimen until the men wished they were dead. They were less concerned about Marcus’s fate. He would have to avoid Franny O’Rourke, even with a constable outside his door. Franny had a lot of contacts. Almost as many as Annie, but not quite, and certainly not in the same circles.

The sisters watched the video several times, while Charles and Fergus went back to the kitchen to fetch the special stew Charles had prepared. A huge round of applause and fist pumps filled the room.

“Woo-hoo!” Kathryn bellowed. “Do you think we can enter this in a film festival?”

Everyone hooted.

Myra was the first to speak. “I would like to be the one who pulls the duct tape off Corbett’s face.”

“And I want Steinwood,” Annie chirped.

“And we want to watch,” Maggie said with glee.

“Me toos” from all around the table.

Charles stood. “Shall we begin?” He handed Myra the remote control that would start the video loop in the cells. There was also a closed-circuit camera in each cell that would record Corbett and Steinwood; and anyone could get a live look at any time.

The women marched past Lady Justice and saluted. One by one they walked to the first cell. Corbett squirmed at the jangle of keys and the sound of the door opening. It sounded like several people had entered the tight space.

Myra pulled the bag off his head. He had a blank expression on his face.