It was a lousy answer and he wanted a better. He looked around the room, hoping for inspiration. He found it in the interrogation chair. A bit more searching and he found a sharp way, one that, with a bit of effort, put the necessary tool in his hand. Jordan’s boys should have been more careful about cleaning this place out. Tom swung the liberated restraining strap, gauging the weight of the buckle that swung at its end. It would do.