He shook it off, a mental and physical tick of his head that dismissed the topic out of hand. "Forget it. Paranoia." Brian dropped the spent joint on the ground and stamped out the smoldering end. "Well." He scratched behind his ear. "I'm fried. I'm gonna," he jerked a thumb at his car. "Whistler, it was nice to meet you. Theresa, I'll see you at the Dive. Don't forget about New Year's."

He shuffled around the front end of his car and climbed back inside.