He found himself wishing she weren't alone. He stopped short of hoping a crowd had followed her into the cramped confines of 'Hawkeye One', but as he stared at her to allow his eyes to focus, his emotions scattered. A familiar emotion recently, sorrow, returned when she spoke. Gone was her trademark smile. The tight frown that adorned her face looked as if she had borrowed scorn from a jailer.
Any time's a good time to talk about a suspected drug dealer.
You know that is just accusation, not fact. We have much to discuss. Two months ago you didn't even know Rick. I'm sorry, but it has to be this way. I'm not going back to Buffalo.