The coffee was strong, bitter; it woke Dan back up like an unpleasant shock as it burned its way down his throat. "Shit," he said with a chuckle, wiping his lips, wanting to wipe the taste from his tongue, "sometimes I really miss Janey."
He thought about what Sterling was saying, moving his wrist so that the coffee swirled in its cup, staring into it as if he could glean some important piece of information from it, like a crystal ball. "They're showbiz people," he said after a moment's contemplation. "Usually that'd make me naturally distrustful but, honestly? With this case, even I'm having a hard time trying to predict what's coming next." He shrugged, admitting, "I'm not a people reader."
Speaking of, he thought with a wry quirk of his eyebrow as he considered Kevin. "Pierce spoke with the Moreau woman--in a completely unofficial capacity," he added quickly. "Ran into each other in Central Park or something; they share a mutual acquaintance. She seemed to think that his motives were well-intentioned."