You were there to make a business deal. You don't know who you were supposed to talk to. Tommy was an old friend but the tall, cocky man was a Shelby you didn't know well. He was John Shelby. He sat with an arm slung over the side of his chair and his cap was tilted on his head. A lit cigarette hung from his bottom lip. He speaks around his cigarette

“What's your business 'ere?”