"Pull a Kathy Bates in Misery," Cecilia said darkly, speaking up for the first time since Oliver entered. "Bust his ankles. Snip his Achilles tendons. Limitless options available, really." She shrugged and picked at a paper napkin. "There's no way our group would find him innocent, it's all dependant upon Their interference." There was no point in dancing around that particular truth. "Either way, he's not walking out of there."