[yeah, there was something up. That was entirely too close to a pseudonym for comfort. What was it? Some kind of smuggling? Shop lifting ring? Drug trafficking? Who knew what Anthony could be lured into.]
Fell.
[he should get to know the man actually. Figure out what he was hiding.]
We should-- if-- [how the hell to phrase this] I'd still like to have lunch. [a beat] At some point.
[and sound like the biggest fucking idiot while doing it apparently]
no subject
Fell.
[he should get to know the man actually. Figure out what he was hiding.]
We should-- if-- [how the hell to phrase this] I'd still like to have lunch. [a beat] At some point.
[and sound like the biggest fucking idiot while doing it apparently]