[ A sputter of laughter. ] You've gotta be kidding me. How was fake-poisoning his wife supposed to get him promoted? Was she in on it or something? That's wild.

[ He sobers, though, as Watts continues, his expression shading from sympathetic indignation to downright concern. Glances around them, his dark eyes a little too wide to be convincingly casual. ]

Is that - I mean, what are you gonna do? If he does?