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"I'm only meeting you
because I owed a favor to the wrong person," he stated, before I'd even
sized him up. "You should advise your friends in the booth over there to
turn off the camera. I don't have to tell you anything, and I don't want
to be recorded."
That threw me off. I wasn't expecting Partain to be so... on top of
things. I quickly scanned over him, hoping to gather some information
about him from his appearance, but there was nothing remarkable about him
at first glance. Expensive glasses, a crisply starched white shirt, dark
slacks. He looked like he'd skipped a day between shaves, but his hair
looked like he had just had it cut and styled. He wore a black tie,
loosely, but didn't have on a coat. He glared at me impatiently, making
direct eye contact with me, challenging me to deny his request.
I turned towards Janine. Her arm was over the back of the booth, pointed
in our general direction, just as we'd planned. Good girl. Her boyfriend
nodded towards us, and she turned to look at me. I made a motion for her
to stop filming by waving my hand in a cutting motion in front of my
throat, and she raised an eyebrow: Are you sure? I nodded in response. She
pulled her arm, along with the camera, back into the booth.
"She follows orders, at least," Partain commented.
"It's a weird situation. None of us know what's going on," I offered as
explanation. "She doesn't want anyone to get hurt."
"You? Or me?" He asked.
"Anyone," I answered. |