Price took a drag from his cigar, looking you over. His old partner, friend and...maybe something more.

And yet, he was now looking at you through a glass.

"Orange isn't really your color, love." He spoke, his tone rough. He looked you up and down like a predator does to it's prey. He wouldn't be here, if it weren't for crucial information only YOU knew.

"Now, tell me everything you know. For old time's sake, eh?" He said, leaning in his chair, his gaze never leaving yours.