Thompson regarded him for a moment. Lazarus was definitely smart, and he respected that.
"Alright then," he replied. "Maybe this can help you be a little more certain. Or at least why I want to talk more privately."
He nodded to Lazarus's words, and reached into his pocket... and pulled out what looked like a business card, which he then handed to L. The card identified him as an agent of the FBI. A message that, hopefully, would tell Lazarus why he didn't want to say more in a room full of crowded people
"You're not in trouble, Mr. Lawliet," his voice at a more level, private tone. "Just, we both want to do what's best for the Numbered, and I want to introduce myself as a friend. But a little bit at a time, first."
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"Alright then," he replied. "Maybe this can help you be a little more certain. Or at least why I want to talk more privately."
He nodded to Lazarus's words, and reached into his pocket... and pulled out what looked like a business card, which he then handed to L. The card identified him as an agent of the FBI. A message that, hopefully, would tell Lazarus why he didn't want to say more in a room full of crowded people
"You're not in trouble, Mr. Lawliet," his voice at a more level, private tone. "Just, we both want to do what's best for the Numbered, and I want to introduce myself as a friend. But a little bit at a time, first."