"Your their pet con," he asked, arching a brow as he shook his head. "Really, Neal? This is the life you want?" He seemed so... happy. It shocked Arthur, unable to believe he'd be happy being on that kind of electronic leash.

And then it gets even more bizarre. "A friend? He's a..." Arthur slid out of his suit jacket, carefully laying it over the back of a chair. "How many times did they hit you over the head during your arrest," he asked, curious and nearly deadly serious.

"What about this secret that brought me in? You have to have an idea what he's hiding, or a reason to believe he is, so what is it?"