Lance had been expecting accusations, anger, shock, something more than this. His words were a shock to Lance though. Believe, wow, complete stranger spinning a tale like this to him he’d be suspicious. Interesting, he’d though the same about Tequilla as well. They had to be close. He wasn’t one hundred percent they were brother and sister but he had been wrong before. Lean body slowly relaxing the more the man spoke.<br/><br/>Unmoving compared to Scotch he wondered if that was normal in a situation like this. Should he have been acting like what he was hearing from above or like the man before him? The only thing he did was lowly spin the glass in the condensation pool below it. Stopping he looked up from the small liquid ripples to Scotches eyes. So they were not siblings after all. What was even more compelling was the history. So they though it was someone else, someone they’d known before.<br/><br/>A slow smile touched his face, half because he was being polite and because his half smiles lightened his face. Or made it less, well less. It was not easy to soften his features. What he could do was not what they think but he said. “Inheritance is a hell of a lot better than military pay. Having a trust fund is nothing to sneer at.” He added indicating he would not.<br/><br/>Turning more serious he said; “I have some contacts I could call in a few favors. I’d be asking a lot of them but I know they’ll help.” He could call someone and he would, the man who told him about this. “My contacts may be able to confirm if it is who you think, or someone else. I don’t want to go poking a bear if there is an alternative.” He said though he may pay a visit to someone else, this mysterious person who’d known Tequilla before she became, free.<br/><br/>“I’ll head back to my hotel and grab some things I left there. I’ll probably find a place nearby to keep an eye on the house.” He hoped the other would let him go. There were questions he wanted to ask and he couldn’t ask those questions with him there.