Billy just shrugged as he gathered up the map and reports. The last thing they needed was Charlie finding it and wanting to know what Whistler had to do with anything. It also gave him a chance to glance over them. They were the real deal. Mike had contacts, it seemed.

Tucking all of it under his arm, Billy got to his feet, and offered his hand to Mike. "Guess he doesn't trust me all that much," he said casually. "Down here's better, anyway. Closer to the kitchen."