What's up, Dad? Gotta take a squirt. Pardon my French.
You have time for a cold one?
How old are you?
Soda for you. But it was a nice try.
Beer or soda?
I reach into my back-pack and take out a ballpoint pen. Jack's dad looks at me from the refrigerator, a question on his face.
When you talk baseball, I listen
You taking notes?
I turn the cap until it clicks, exposing the point. Jack's dad reaches forward to hand me the cold soda. i push the end of the pen into the meat of his forearm. The action depresses a miniature plunger. His eyes widen as the drug hits him...
I look at the body. The man who was Chen Wu is gone. A husband is gone. A father is gone. "I trust you," Jack said. That was your mistake, I think.
The Suit from the baseball game stops me. He puts an arm on my shoulder, gently, like he's my father or something. I want to shrug it off, but I don't.