Charlie wasn't concerned with the cane, or the fact the man walked with a limp. Just meant he probably couldn't run too fast. Charlie wasn't planning on running.
"You tell me, you're the one who came cross country to see me." He emptied his pockets, dropping a couple pills, some powder on the table next to the television.
Not to mention, he'd followed Charlie to a seedy hole in the wall dive motel, that really only had two purposes. Sex, and drugs. Charlie was sort of hoping for both.