Vince was watching now.
Hunter knew exactly what that meant.
"Are you sure?"
To prove that he was, the Game let his hands tremble.
When he lifted his head again, his eyes were wet. His words were properly clenched.
"You know how he can be." The Game let his words catch, swallowing to clear them.
"You know what he's like when he's desperate."
The small muscles at the base of Vince's throat tightened.
Slowly, the words and Hunter's false truth were sinking in, yet there was one thing he still needed to say and to do to win the old man over.
"It's not going to work. We both know Bradshaw and there is no way..."
Now, Vince was nodding in understanding. So close to being on the line.
"but Shawn..."
He put his down once more, letting his shoulders sag in "defeat", seemingly unable to go on.
"He's running a con."
Slowly, stiffly, he nodded at the Chairman's words.
The bait was taken.
"I want him in this office before tonight is over. I appreciate you bringing this to my attention."