The door to the rear car opened, releasing a plume of smoke. A figure in a suit climbed out with a grin on his face and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He threw it to the floor and ground it beneath his heel while pulling another from his pocket and lighting up. There was an air of menace about him, a definite shift in the stance of the men surrounding Andrea and Kyle that said this was the boss.
"Well, well, well," he said. "Look who it is! If it isn't…" He snapped his fingers, his right hand sporting an array of gaudy rings, and the black clad figure who had climbed out of the car behind him handed him a piece of paper. "If it isn't Andrea Mason, phone number blah-blah-blah, contact if you have any information."
