Devin was already sitting down when we arrived. His chair was turned away from us but I could see that he had a hand pressed against his chin as if he was in deep deliberation. Maultner and I stood rigid. We both wondered the next right thing to do.
"We have a deal, Devin," Maultner began, his voice firm. "Where's the box?"
Devin's shoulders shook with what I believed to be laughter. He murmured something that we could not quite hear.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat?" I requested.
"You deceived me," he protested. When he turned to face us, his eyes were blazing with disdain. I shrugged.
"It's fine that you thought I was going to lose. You deceived us first. We gave you the box on the premise that you'd return it to us the rightful owners."
"I am a business man. I am not weaseling out of anything. I am simply reevaluating the terms of our deal. I've decided I'm not interested in favoring it."
