James dangled his legs in the pool, blissfully unaware of the cloaked helicar floating above the pool complex. The Men in Pink had followed James from his home, and now were patiently awaiting the call from Zoot Nander to transport him into the holding trunk.
The Men in Pink had already rounded up Gracie, Veronica, and James' parents earlier that morning -- and subjected them to a battery of mind-probes and brain-wipes, before depositing them in a isolated canyon in Arizona. They didn't know anything.
The Men in Pink were convinced James knew the deal. What he had overheard in the coffee shop last week would be his undoing.
Drunken DM and the Speak with Dead spell: "No, I'm not the limed-over skeleton of the abbot, and no this special key in my boney fingers does not open the door to the secret treasury! ... Oh crap."