It might have helped if he really believed it. Like she said, CIA had pulled this crap twice now. Dead, no body, just believe the story, sir. Hell, like that worked the last time.
The bar was closed, and Raynor himself wasn't quite as sober as he typically was when running the till. He just couldn't quite care. Way too much uncertainty today.
He heard the door open, and immediately looked up to see if it had been Findley coming back in or something.