There was something powerful about the way Tillman held the gun. Like a familiar friend, a faithful, trusted companion. Crane took observed in an odd fashion, tilting his head down, watching how he caressed it as if a lover. In an odd way, Crane found it beautiful.

But he was never one for aesthetics. He was more into the mind. What made someone tick. He was working out what Tillman knew, what Tillman wanted--and Crane wanted to delay it. Revel in it. Because nothing was sweeter than the discovery, the long awaited wait.

He wanted to know John Tillman.

"Clothes are provided for you. I suggest you shower as well, you have..." he checked his watch. "20 minutes before I need to leave."