"I can confirm that the contract between Lynch and us was premeditated." After the party, Mr. Herbs sat in the club's room, surrounded by those who co-signed the contract.
He sat on the sofa, legs crossed, playing with a wide-mouthed square cup in his hand, his eyes unfocused as they stared at the carpet's pattern on the floor ahead, though he wasn't really looking at those patterns.
He was in a state of concentrated thinking that made him appear to be in a special state, where nothing could distract his thoughts, ensuring his thinking was correct.
"Lynch bringing his female companion is the best indication, he's definitely signaling something to us!"
Mr. Herbs spoke with certainty, and someone beside him followed up, "What is he suggesting?"
