"Daddy insists you take your medicine, Precious." The babysitter for Quislinga had fallen through at the last minute so Frank had to fall back on plan B. Give her a stiff jolt of Kahlua, wait for her to pass out, and then lock her in the hotel room. She would sleep for the 3 hours that it would take to plant the dirty bomb at the Wal-Mart. As usual, her mother was completely apathetic about the decision.
Grazie a Poorly Dressed People