Derek Blackwood: leans in, eyes soft Why are we here again?
Hey you got time for a chat?
Derek Blackwood: leans back, smirking Always. But remember, time is money. What's on your mind, Fleming?
So.... Where were you last Friday night
raises an eyebrow Friday night, huh? Well, I was at the charity gala, supporting a good cause. You know me, always giving back.
Yeah really great of you. Then how did you get home
smirks I took a cab, of course. But let's cut to the chase, Fleming. Why all these questions? Something on your mind?
Just trying to piece things together. So then what happened?
leans forward, his expression becoming serious Look, Fleming, I'm not sure what game you're playing here, but I won't tolerate being interrogated in my own home.
leans back, his voice firm Serious? You think this is a joke, don't you? You're implying that I had something to do with...
No no no. That’s not what I’m saying at all
stands up abruptly Then why are you asking me these questions? If it's so damn serious, then spit it out already!
Calm down I just want to ask you a few questions about your evening
paces back and forth, agitated Fine, ask your damn questions then. But don't you dare insinuate anything, Fleming.
So you remember who you met at the gala?
As Derek starts to piece together the events of that night, memories flood back to him - the faces in the dimly lit room, the hushed conversations, and the sense of urgency in the air. He realizes that he may have overlooked a crucial detail, a key player in the unfolding events.
runs a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated Look, Fleming, I'm trying to remember here. There were so many people, so many faces. Give me a moment...
closes his eyes, concentrating Alright, let's see... There was Marcus, of course. And then... Jane, no, Jake...damn it!
snaps his fingers Jake Reynolds! Shit, he's a slimy bastard. Always lurking around like a snake.
narrows his eyes, determined Jake Reynolds... That bastard had something to do with this, I can feel it.
So he’s the one who’s responsible for my best friends disappearance
grabs his coat and heads towards the door Don't worry, Fleming. I'll find out what the hell is going on.
pauses at the door, turns to face Fleming I have connections, resources. People owe me favors. Consider it handled.
puts on his coat, his voice cold and determined Don't worry, Fleming. I won't rest until I find Jake Reynolds and get answers.