As much as I was enjoying this, I had to end it soon, as the bell was about to ring.

“Who sent you?” I repeated, screaming into his face in a guttural, demonic voice.

“Uh … uh …” moron stammered, his voice a few pitches higher. “I don’t know who the guy is, but he said to find the boy and bring him to him.”

“Where?” I demanded, tightening my grip on his manhood.

“New York,” he pleaded, his voice an octave higher, almost crying now.

“I know New York, you moron! The city?”

He hesitated and I tightened my grip again. Let’s just say he’d be singing soprano for...