"I fail to see what this has to do—" Harman stops abruptly. Another explanation has suddenly come to mind."You’re investigating Amy. You’re with KFK International." Neil shows no response. He glances aside. The Asian steps forward, lays a hand over Harman’s left wrist, presses down with the tips of three fingers. For a moment, nothing happens. Harman frowns, perplexed. In the next moment, his left arm is being seared by a fire that streaks up through his shoulder and into his head like an incandescent spike. His whole body jerks with the shock. He shouts. Colors burst in front of his eyes and for what seems like a brief eternity he’s quivering at the end of a high-voltage wire. The current radiating throughout his body is excruciating pain. Every nerve ending burns with it.