Andreas sighed in frustration and tucked his gun in his pants, grabbed up the envelope, and snatched his cigarettes.<br/><br/>“Watch him,” he tossed over his shoulder, stopping at the house phone on the desk to remove the cord.  He pocketed that and headed toward the sliding door.  He needed outside to go sit and have a smoke while he looked over all the paperwork.  Focusing on that would relax him a little.<br/><br/>“All that waiting to get him out here, and now you’re leaving?” Raff asked.<br/><br/>“He came out for the food.  Not for me,” Andreas muttered, obviously agitated.  “Just watch him.”