Faced with my slew of questions, he replied, “I’ve been well. But how do you know Brandon?”
“Do you know him too?” I asked, surprised.
He nodded. “Yeah, Dante works with him. I’ve met him a couple of times. They operate in the black market, so why are you meeting him? Are you sick?”
I shook my head urgently. “No, I’m not sick. But my daughter is.”
Shocked, he said, “I see. It’s better to steer clear of them if you can, though. If you get involved in the black market, it’s hard to get them off your record.”
I didn’t quite understand his warning but nodded. “Ok, I know.”
Since he didn’t have more to say, I spoke up again. “Since you’re here, shall we grab a bite together?”
He shook his head. “No, I have other things to do. I’ll be off then.”
Seeing that he was ready to leave, I called out to stop him. “Danny, how should I keep in touch with you next time?”
He turned his head back to look at me. “I’m very grateful for how you’ve helped me in the past. If you have any questions for me, you should ask them now. I’ll tell you everything I know, and then we’re even.”
This statement confused me. His brows were furrowed in impatience as he watched me. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d underestimated the complexity of our history.
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