Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"I don't think like an idiot, do I?" Trev grumped. He wasn't some schmuck with a grudge or trying to make a name for himself. "If 'e was playing some angle might be for us. Or, yeah, could be some random bugger, couldn't it?"
Trevor pushed the chair back and forth a few times as he thought. "Either way, nothing we can do til we ask some questions. See what we can find out."