Seems our friend Dragonetti had decided starving himself is going to make us let him go. I told him I didn't care what he did to himself, and Rolf rang me five minutes ago to let me know he ate his dinner like a good little captive. He didn't give us any information while we were there, but we got some clear fingerprints. Paul has them now. We'll make a case against him soon and then he'll go to prison where he belongs.