Matty takes in what Johnny is saying and nods, he maintains his slouch but Johnny can tell he is now focused on the muscle, ready to draw and fire from cover should the bodyguard act to warrant it.
Out in the parking lot a smile has returned to Mazzarini's face, not the "let's be friends" fake smile that he had in the diner, but the look of devil rat that has just spotted a wounded pigeon. "Certainly Mr J, let's just make sure about the color of you cred. Considering the full boat, risk and timetable, I think a hundred grand for a hop into Seattle is fair."
Back in Yakima:
You have reached the outer edges of town, the links to the net are starting to disappear from Fionn's senses.