Ryan wasn't making up anything. If he lacked concrete evidence, he would never have said that.
"Okay. If you did this to protect Anna, I can apologize to you. But, could you perhaps share your discoveries with me?"
Ryan laughed in a low voice and said, "I'm a professional detective, and I need to charge you at least $10,000 for this kind of information. So, you can stop staring at me like that, Wayne. Really? You're not gonna pay me? Well, you can at least buy me a cup of coffee."
Wayne sized him up for a moment and looked less guarded as he weighed the pros and cons. He asked, "You've got a minute? Let me treat you for coffee. "
He was a shrewd businessman and knew when to cave in.
Wayne then took Ryan to a fancy cafe downtown. There were walls between each booth to ensure the custom
