No, nothing like that. [ He waved a hand. He felt on the spotlight, like this was going to get messy, fast. He couldn't stop the lies, though, they spilled forth from lips that only told lies these days. It would be easier for everyone involved, if they all thought they were lies. Already, he struggled with the worry about those who did know that Adrian Maskin and Mitchell Hundred were one and the same.

It made him fear for his life, in more ways than one. ]

I've written plenty of books on the subject, but eventually, you have to move your message to a new venue.

[ He poured himself another drink, calm and collected, despite the fact that he was anything but. He wasn't. He wanted out, but how did you just leave a guy, two guys that could be hurting in more ways than one? He wasn't drunk, not by a long shot, even with a few drinks, a tolerance built up over years of drinking on an empty stomach.

He couldn't just leave either of the guys to potentially see more trouble. ]