"I need something different from you this time,"
Jeremy knew he was in big trouble when Marcel said those words. What more could he want from him that he hasn't told him yet?
"What is it?" He asked with a sense of dread.
Marcel stood up from his seat, and began to circle the drug addict asking, "How many types did you and Elijah meet physically?"
"Thrice," Jeremy answered that one, having remembered it vividly, "The first time; he got me to agree to working for him, and the second time; he met to give me payment, and the third time; it was to crash his fiancée's wedding. Every other conversation was over the cellphone and encrypted. Dude, is super smart." He chuckled at the end yet regained himself when he saw the frown on Marcel's face.
