"Oh hell," Jim said. "And to think I was feeling sorry for you! I was gonna buy you some new clothes, and everything." He tossed his head angrily, jerking his chin at the back of the van. "Look, you see all that stuff back there? The welder, the power drill? Whatever little bastard broke that laundry box, he just crowbarred it open. But I’m a professional machinist , a tool-and-die man, understand? I could take that thing apart the way you’d cut up a chicken." He paused. "If I wanted to, that is."