Jaime lingered at the car door for a moment, casting a cool glance over his confidant. "Mind your words."
The confidant was momentarily caught off guard, but as soon as their eyes met, he got the message. "I overstepped."
"Remember, the Davis family holds decorum in high regard," Jaime said, giving his confidant's shoulder a meaningful pat.
With that, he bent down and slipped into the car.
Rules are made by people, but the person making them isn't always the same.
The confidant nodded slightly, closed the car door, and joined him inside.
The car started up quickly, just as it had arrived, and the three vehicles sped out of the hospital in a neat line.
As they approached the intersection, the confidant, still mulling over Jaime’s words, gazed out the window.
On the sidewalk, a couple was walking by. The woman, closer to the buildings, was hard to make out, but the man on the outer side had a striking presence, and something about him seemed vaguely familiar.
He reminded the confidant of the arms bureau guy he’d seen at an underground market last year.
In a split second, the confidant hit the brakes hard.
The sudden stop jolted Jaime forward, and once he settled back, he frowned towards the front. "What's going on?"
The confidant's eyes were still glued to the street, but by now, he could only see the two figures disappearing around a corner. Hearing Jaime’s displeased tone, he quickly explained, "Mr. Davis, I think I just saw someone from the arms bureau outside."
As he spoke, the confidant rolled down the window and pointed outside.
Jaime glanced out the window but only caught a fleeting glimpse as the figures vanished around the bend.
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