No one
Jones just stared at him and didn't say even a word. Not even after his statement.
"Why do I feel like I am not welcomed, Detective?"He asked, feigning hurt. He sat with his legs crossed looking like he owned the office rather than the other man sitting opposite him.
Jones sighed and massaged the space between his brows. "Why are you here, Mister?" he asked and the man smiled and nodded his head.
"That's more like it," he said in satisfaction. "But I think I should be the one asking that question, don't you think so, detective? I mean, you are the one looking for me."
"Fine," he sighed and then opened a drawer, he took out a file and placed it in front of him. "I believed what aid to me before, but I will appreciate it if you can be a little more specific," he looked at the file and then back at the man, "I need you to point out who? No need for a name,"