"Sir... how... how can you let me go?" After a night's drive, as the sky was just beginning to brighten the next day, Maurice Singleton, who was driving, suddenly spoke with apprehension, also glancing at Yusuf Zuck from the rearview mirror.
Hearing Maurice's words, Yusuf Zuck was momentarily startled but then chuckled and said, "What do you mean by that?"
"Sir... I think... I think there's no reason for me to be alive because you killed our people, you exposed all your secrets to me, so to prevent leaks, you're going to kill me, right?" Maurice was streetwise, and if a man of over fifty couldn't figure this out, it would mean he'd lived his years in vain.
Yusuf Zuck fell silent for a moment and then slowly said, "Dead men tell no tales, do they?"
The color drained from Maurice's face as he said, "I swear by God's name, I will never reveal any of your secrets, sir!"
"Who is God?" Yusuf Zuck asked earnestly.
Maurice took a deep breath, "Then how can you let me go?"