Sandy hadn't been one for pleasantries in... well, in a few years. As it was, he was done with his coffee and he'd been given his rendezvous point.

"Location of the jail? Or will I be finding out exactly where they're keeping her as well?"

He didn't seem troubled by that idea, just matter-of-fact.

...and the kid was Scott's until he saw, heard, or came upon intel that told him differently.