Jake's diatribes went in one ear and flew out the other. All that cloying nobility and self-righteous horse-shit had him about bored to tears at this point. Yet he stared at him with that piercing gaze that could turn armor to shreds and leave the soul bare and naked to his judgement.
This charlatan would know his place again soon enough.
Let him think he has the upper hand, it would be of no consequence to Gant. He feigned listening to his lecturing and smiled a rather honest smile.
"Well.. You'll just have to keep tabs on me to see, wont you Detective?" The saccharine purr of that title held a promise that whatever it was that he found, it would not come in Jake's favor. But make no mistake, he would be making doubly sure to keep his eyes on him as well. Can't fool a man like him twice.
Gant should have never left that scoundrel alone in that security office.
As the storm began its descent upon the inlands, the winds kicked up with a terrible fury and from the shoreline the pelting of rain fell in thick misting drapes towards them.
Their standoff would have to come to a close here, and just in time too. For they were momentarily shrouded in the blinding highbeams of a roaring black beast. A 1970 Mercedes Grand 600 pulled up, its horn blaring to alert whatever plebeians about that they were not welcome before its grandeur. A capped chauffeur stepped out from the driver's seat and came about to the side facing the cop and gent, and bowed as he opened the back passenger door.
"Mr. Gant." In the pitch dark of the limousine one could see a pair of crossed legs and a cane tapping on the floor rather impatiently.
The ex-Chief grinned, ever so pleased with the timing, "And now's my time to be off and start anew." He drifted past Jake without another glance as he stepped into the purring vehicle, but paused halfway digging underneath the seat to toss something large Jake's way.
"A storm's coming your way, boy, try not to let it rain on your parade. Ta-ta!" He dismissed himself merrily before the car rolled off to depart.
The item in question... was a large blue umbrella.
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This charlatan would know his place again soon enough.
Let him think he has the upper hand, it would be of no consequence to Gant. He feigned listening to his lecturing and smiled a rather honest smile.
"Well.. You'll just have to keep tabs on me to see, wont you Detective?" The saccharine purr of that title held a promise that whatever it was that he found, it would not come in Jake's favor. But make no mistake, he would be making doubly sure to keep his eyes on him as well. Can't fool a man like him twice.
Gant should have never left that scoundrel alone in that security office.
As the storm began its descent upon the inlands, the winds kicked up with a terrible fury and from the shoreline the pelting of rain fell in thick misting drapes towards them.
Their standoff would have to come to a close here, and just in time too. For they were momentarily shrouded in the blinding highbeams of a roaring black beast. A 1970 Mercedes Grand 600 pulled up, its horn blaring to alert whatever plebeians about that they were not welcome before its grandeur. A capped chauffeur stepped out from the driver's seat and came about to the side facing the cop and gent, and bowed as he opened the back passenger door.
"Mr. Gant." In the pitch dark of the limousine one could see a pair of crossed legs and a cane tapping on the floor rather impatiently.
The ex-Chief grinned, ever so pleased with the timing, "And now's my time to be off and start anew." He drifted past Jake without another glance as he stepped into the purring vehicle, but paused halfway digging underneath the seat to toss something large Jake's way.
"A storm's coming your way, boy, try not to let it rain on your parade. Ta-ta!" He dismissed himself merrily before the car rolled off to depart.
The item in question... was a large blue umbrella.