Ron was sitting in a diner nursing a cup of coffee, he looked around with his eyes, trying to keep his head still. He wanted to not be noticed but still, observe the people around him. The bell on the front door rang and a scrawny-looking man came in. He was of average height and build, but with his rough appearance and age, he looked withered compared to what he could have been. He walked over to Ron as soon as he saw him.
He sat in the booth opposite to him and spoke, “bold move for a dog to contact us.”
Ron sneered at the insult, “want my help or not”, he snapped at the man.
The man clicked his tongue like he was sucking on his teeth, baring his yellow and stained row of stubs that were left.
Ron looked at his exposed teeth and wrinkled his nose in disgust, “I have some informat
