"I am telling you, man, I don't like this."
Frank Cassidy's baritone voice was easy to identify, so was the condescending tone in his voice that followed him everywhere.
"You don't even know what this is about yet. They said there's no body."
Mike had frozen in place a little while ago, carefully climbing onto the toilet bowl to make the stall appear empty, his head cocked to the side to hear better.
"This is Stone, we're talking about. I don't like that guy. I don't like the question he asks. I don' like that partner of his."
Mike didn't recognize the other voice, a definite African American one, wondering if he belonged to Davis' Missing Person's Squad altogether. Stretching his six-foot frame as high as possible over the rim of the bathroom stall, he was able to make out Cassidy leaning up against the sinks, arms crossed over his chest, his nervous eyes tracing all the open stall doors, as if his senses told him they weren't alone.
And yet, the unknown man he was talking to remained hidden behind the multitude of walls separating them.
"Well, what do you wanne do?"
"Nothing…yet. Not until I find out where they're coming from. You go talk to the others. Tell them to keep their heads low until I say otherwise."
"Are you sure? What if they keep digging, man?"
"Let them dig for now. They're not going to uncover anything. Just relax, for crying out loud. People like Stone are going to smell any nervousness from a mile away. We're all just going to sit tight until we know what's going on."
Suddenly, Mike's foot slipped from the corner of the toilet seat, causing him to lose his balance. Holding onto the stall wall with his fingertips only, he managed to stop his freefall before his dress shoe could end up in the water basin.
Drawing in a sigh of relief that his faux-pas hadn't alerted the two men outside, whose conversation was quickly turning into a heated debate and drowning out any other noise; Mike bit his lip when his legs began to cramp from the uncomfortable position on top of the toilet seat.
"Like I said, just let me handle it. Don't worry. They got nothing. Go back before somebody sees you up here."
"Yeah, fine, whatever. I sure hope you know what you're doing."
With a frustrated grunt, the door to the bathrooms was opened again, and the two sets of footsteps disappeared to either side of the long corridor outside, making Mike question what exactly he just overheard.