Jacobi knew that it would be very unwise of him to move an inch. He could recognize the voice of Pukki Ratzinger even from his sleep and he knew that the psycho detective had finally caught him. He had no problem with going to jail as he knew he was priceless to Alberto and so, Alberto would find a way of getting him out eventually. What made him worried was the eight year old boy in the passenger's seat of his truck. He couldn't afford to disappoint Charlotte. He couldn't afford to let Pukki Ratzinger take custody of the boy. If Charlotte knew that Ratzinger had her son, she would turn herself in immediately and he would never be able to forgive himself whatever happened thereafter. He prayed silently that Marty would remain calm and not do something stupid.
"Jacobi Marquis" he said finally. "We meet again after how many years?"
"Eleven if I remember correctly," Jacobi smiled. "How's life been treating you?"