“So don’t you know them?”
“Are they the star dealers in the veterans’ home? Pensioner pimps? I have no idea …”
The agent gathered up the photos.
“Brian, man, I’ve really had enough of this now. If you don’t want to help me, I can’t help you either,” he lied, smiling as if he had any idea what was going on here.
“Tell me what you want.”
Great, now we’re getting somewhere! John thought.
“I want to speak with my brother!”
The agent turned to the two-way glass, where somebody must be watching them.
“All right,” he said, turning back. John knew he would agree, as the whole room was filled with microphones and cameras, so they granted his request from the other side, telling the agent through his earpiece. “If you get the chance to talk with him, can we count on you?”
“Of course,” John
