Still on Dylan's father's recollection
Charlie didn't say s**t for a while.
"Come on, Charlie," the man's voice goaded again. "There is nowhere to go. And we do know you're in here. Been watching your ass since you woke up this morning. How do you like that, huh?"
Charlie went to the door and looked through the peephole. "What do you guys want in my house?" he finally said.
No one knew where the voice was coming from because the house had a speaker and the peephole on the kitchen door was also fitted with a tiny microphone by the side.
"This is not how you should play this, Charlie."
"Then why are you all with guns? Gentlemen don't bring guns to other gentlemen's houses. That's a lack of trust. Or you just want to get rid of the other gentleman."
"Says who? We just want to talk."
