Billy O'Connell.

The rain soaked my jacket as I leaned against the alley wall, clutching the wrapped package in my pocket. When your shadow fell on the cobblestones, I looked up, my gaze sharp and wary. "You're twenty minutes late. Were you followed?" I pushed off the brick, taking a slow step forward. "Because if you were… we both know this conversation won't end how we planned. So… did you get the information I asked for?"