is that a gun in your pocket? // rick && tai
Oct 20, 2015 15:19:01 GMT -5
Post by Richard on Oct 20, 2015 15:19:01 GMT -5
Richard. Way to make him feel old. "Okay, first of all, please, call me Rick. Richard makes me sound like a 40 year old with male pattern baldness who has to take pills because he can't get it up." That was probably not the most important part of what Tai had said, but honestly. He might've had a couple of grey hairs coming in, but he wasn't that old.
Now. How to handle this, now that was the million credit question. He had most of a plan, but the fewer witnesses, the better. Make Dan's death look more like an accident, fewer people to know what the cause of death actually was. "As for how we're doing this? Carefully," he settled on saying. "Very, very carefully." He fished a business card out of his pocket, found a pen in another, and wrote his address, a date, and a time on the back in careful handwriting. "Take this, meet me there at that time. There's a gate, just buzz and say it's you, I'll let you in." He passed it across the table, holding it out to Tai.
"For now, let's just eat, shall we?"
Now. How to handle this, now that was the million credit question. He had most of a plan, but the fewer witnesses, the better. Make Dan's death look more like an accident, fewer people to know what the cause of death actually was. "As for how we're doing this? Carefully," he settled on saying. "Very, very carefully." He fished a business card out of his pocket, found a pen in another, and wrote his address, a date, and a time on the back in careful handwriting. "Take this, meet me there at that time. There's a gate, just buzz and say it's you, I'll let you in." He passed it across the table, holding it out to Tai.
"For now, let's just eat, shall we?"
