A smile flickered briefly over John's face. "I've never been much for shows myself." God knows he'd learned to put up with them, though. Which brought him back to why he was in Cardiff.
"Indirectly," he admitted. John pulled off his jacket carefully keeping his hands away from his gun so he wouldn't prompt any sudden moves from the other man. "I'm looking for someone, and he's likely to be where Moriarty is." He set the jacket on top of the hotel dresser, then crossed over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge.
"Shawn says you don't know a thing about him," John began, fixing his guest with a quizzical look. "How is that possible, exactly?"