"I know you do," He replied a little defensively. "I was just asking." He shifted a little uncomfortably before wandering over to his desk and taking a seat in his chair. "Thank you for bringing dinner," he said. "I would have cooked, but it's nice of you to... be thoughtful like that." John was no good at social expectations and it came off as both uncertain and forced when he attempted them. Usually he would not have said anything about it, but he was trying to be better about that, for Charles.
He typed in a few things and the screen that was stationed out front of the building and it zoomed in on a black car with tinted windows and out-of-state license plates. "I tried to trace the plates," he said, "it comes up as some eighty-five year old woman from South Dakota. None of her relatives, as far as I can tell, have any form of government job or criminal record, so I suppose that's a small relief." He explained. "And the this," he switched screens and loaded up security footage of the outside of the studio from a couple days before, the same car sitting out front, "there's no footage of them getting out of the car, just pulling up and sitting there and then leaving shortly after I did. Three days in a row this week and three days in a row two weeks ago."
He set all the screens right again and turned around in his chair. "I've been watching him and I'm fairly certain he knows that I have been, which is why he hasn't showed his face. But wouldn't you find it suspicious if someone was basically living out of their vehicle wherever you happened to be at the time? This is highly suspect, Charles."