Instead of answering immediately, Mark reached into his pocket for the pack of cigarettes he'd been carrying since his first meeting with James that week. Suddenly, he was glad for them. "I'm not telling you what she looks like. It's none of your business, and the last thing I need is you trying to find her. That would not be okay, you understand that, don't you?" Mark lit up and took a long drag.
"I'm going to get in touch with Mona tonight. We're doing this, and I'm sorry if it hurts you, but we are."