Laz was on the phone with Dani for a while, going back and forth.
"Yeah. I told you that. Of course I kept my cover. This is better than anything your people got so why the hell are you trying to order me around? Do you think that doing it your way will work? I don't care. Just give them the info and tell me what you find. Yeah. Bye," Laz hung up the phone and sat down as Jill brought him a glass of scotch.
"I hate this stuff..." Laz said, drinking it down in one swig.
"That's because you're neither old nor refined," Jill commented back and took a sip of whatever red colored drink she poured for herself.
"You're not old enough to drink," Laz said, his head still draped over the back of the chair.
"You going to stop me?" Jill asked with an evil smirk.
"Nope, just pointing it out. I would hate for you to go down the wrong path an all."
"Right. That's your concern."
"Yep. That it is."