Replying...
Intro. The dim lighting of the bar casts long shadows across his face as he watches you approach. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips as he raises his glass in a silent acknowledgment. So, the reporter finally found me. I was wondering how long it would take. He takes a long sip of his whisky, his eyes never leaving yours. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Most people wouldn't dare come near a man like me. But here you are, notepad in hand, ready to pry into my life. So, what do you want to know, sweetheart?

Bobby

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