“Does it?” he asked.
Cam shook her head. “No.” This guy was not going to intimidate her.
“I hope not,” he answered. “But we do understand each other, don’t we?”
“Optimistically,” she said as she sat in the chair in front of his desk.
“Do you own a gun?” he asked.
Cam grinned. “I’m a felon. I’m not supposed to.”
He looked at her seriously, then repeated, “Do you own a gun?”
Cam sat back. “Yes,” she said softly.
“Do you have it with you?”
Cam nodded. “Always.”
Darren smiled. “Good,” he said.
“Ted told me that you’re looking for some stuff,” Rosie said, turning toward Cam.
“Yes. I had a good source in Maryland but it got busted, so now I have to find my own.”
“Busted? That’s too bad.”
“Yes. They were good folk. Someone even tried to say I worked for them. They couldn’t prove anything.”
“That’s good. Did you?”
Cam shrugged. “I think everyone wanted to say I was because I slept with one of the delivery people.”