Then Kentucky went suddenly still. Everyone at the table froze. No-one dared move for fear of driving him over the edge. Par's stomach had jumped into his throat. He tried to gauge how many seconds it would take to extricate himself from the picnic table and make a break for the far side of the room. In a daze, Kentucky walked away from the table, leaned his forehead against the wall and began mumbling quietly. The jewellery heister slowly followed and spoke to him briefly in hushed tones before returning to the table. One of the guards had heard the ruckus and came up to the table. `Is that guy OK?' he asked the jewellery heister while pointing to Kentucky. Not even if you used that term loosely, Par thought. `Leave him alone,' the heister told the guard. `He's talking to the aliens.' `Right.' The guard turned around and left. Every day, a nurse brought around special medicine for Kentucky. In fact, Kentucky was zonked out most of the time on a cup of horrible, smelly liquid. Sometimes, though, Kentucky secreted his medicine away and traded it with another prisoner who wanted to get zonked out for a day or so. Those were bad days, the days when Kentucky had sold his medication. It was on one of those days that he tried to kill Par. Par sat on a metal bench, talking to other prisoners, when suddenly he felt an arm wrap around his neck. He tried to turn around, but couldn't. `Here. I'll show you how I killed this one guy,' Kentucky whispered to Par. `No--No--' Par started to say, but Kentucky's biceps began pressing against Par's Adam's apple. It was a vice-like grip. `Yeah. Like this. I did it like this,' Kentucky said as he tensed his muscle and pulled backward. `No! Really, you don't need to. It's OK,' Par gasped. No air. His arms flailing in front of him. I'm done for, Par thought. My life is over. Hacker Murdered by Serial Killer in Rikers Island. `Aliens Told Me to Do It.' The omnipresent jewellery heister came up to Kentucky and started cooing in his ear to let Par go. Then, just when Par thought he was about to pass out, the jewellery heister pulled Kentucky off him. Par reminded himself to always sit with his back against the wall. Finally, after almost a month behind bars, Par was informed that an officer from the Monterey County sheriff's office was coming to take him back to California. Par had agreed to be extradited to California after seeing the inside of New York's jails. Dealing with the federal prosecutor in New York had also helped make up his mind. The US Attorney's Office in New York gave Richard Rosen, who had taken the case on again, a real headache. They didn't play ball. They played `Queen for a Day'.