The man sitting at the center didn't move at first. He kept his eyes on the phone in his hand, as if he wasn't bothered by the world around him. But then, slowly, he looked up, his gaze sharp and calculating.
He took in the group in front of him, noting their clothing, their posture. It wasn't hard to tell they weren't from around here, not with the way they carried themselves, especially the one speaking to him and the youngest.
"And who the hell are you?" The man's voice was low, a quiet danger hiding behind his words.
Abuchi took a breath, standing his ground. He couldn't afford to let fear show, not now. "I'm the one who contacted you about the IDs," he replied, careful not to reveal too much. He wasn't about to give away more than he had to, especially not in front of all these eyes.
