The day after a shock is always a tough one. But he has seen worse and knows that the band of men in his charge are a mercurial bunch. He wakes up on Sunday morning in Room No. 375 on the 12th floor of the plush Jamaica Pegasus hotel in Kingston. He has finished sending in his resignation over e-mail, not wanting the stress of the job anymore. He has a towel wrapped around his waist when he opens the door to let a person/persons in. And sometime later, perhaps after a heated conversation, he is gasping for breath as he is strangulated until his life ebbs away...