Or something.I’m pretty sure that I didn’t think anything for a while. Maybe shock. The two other guys were talking, but I didn’t hear it.“215... million?” I asked.“Yes. Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to overwhelm you. Maybe you should drink something, water?”I took my time to collect my thoughts.“Where did my father get all that money?”“He inherited it. I’m sure we can trace the details if you want.”“So ... what does one do with so much money?”“My recommendation to you would be to do nothing until. "The name is Mick and Iwas working undercover." Well blow me down," the woman said, as she howled with laughter. "Youknow, the only reason I didn't kill you was because I thought you werea woman. How about that?"Mick quickly aimed the Uzi at the laughing woman."And now that you know I'm a man?" he asked."Don't be afraid, little mousey," she said. "Cat is full. No morekilling tonight."The woman was definitely insane, but Mick wanted some answers. He knewshe wouldn't be in any position to answer. "Nancy got up, grabbing her lab coat; the Doctor shook his head 'no', so she dropped it onto the couch. Totally nude, she followed him to the Feeding Room. As they entered, he pointed to the feeding chair, and Nancy sat in it, trying to get comfortable."One thing I want you to understand," he said, firmly, "is that once you're strapped into the chair, you're committed; you'll have absolutely NO control over what happens to you. You won't be released until the procedure is complete; do you. That's too much. The rest of us are going to have to help. And that means help with everything."In all of her years, Cheryl had used mostly soft words, evasion, and accommodation against her father's demands, except during the epic confrontations. Even, then, she had taken drastic actions, rather than struggling verbally. Now she was openly defiant, acting as if she was in charge. Struggling mightily without using his hands, Hal got to his feet to confront his arrogant, belligerent daughter.The.