Jack put out his cigarette and looked around thoughtfully. He had long suspected that the feds were watching him, probably because he had found out too much. He didn't believe that he would be "eliminated" like his friend, but they would definitely cause him trouble, because he was supposed to be in treatment.

Jack enters a small, cozy coffee shop, recognizing his old friend and informant from behind, who is sitting at the bar. He sits down and leans in towards him. "Hey, man, couldn't you have chosen an even more crowded place?" — Jack chuckles sarcastically. — "What have you learned for me?"