9-347: Pristine, Mine Site One, Roadside of Mine Road 2
Despite his slight hostility at the situation Cagnotti can’t seem to help himself, “No, he was an independent contractor, never an employee.”
He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up and inhaling deeply.
“That old goat who drives the bus would never let a contractor aboard.”
He looks annoyed with himself for helping and takes another drag.
“Well then, to the residences it is then.”
Oliver looks to Cagnotti.
“I do appreciate the help. I didn’t want to involve you but you were driving our only lead.”