Anthony snapped his fingers and pointed to the other fellow, certain now that he did have the answer and this wasn't some new worry inducing memory bubbling to the surface.
"Grace and I hit the clubs now and then, but before I even met her I used to play in a few. Former pianist."
With the answers all laid out for him Anthony stopped pacing and held out his hand, hoping to turn this confrontation into more of a friendly meeting.
"Anthony J. Crowley. And don't worry... I don't see any reason to tell anyone out there what goes on in here. Besides even if we did I doubt they would remember it for long."
He didn't say this bit out-loud but it was strongly implied with a look towards one of the Bureau agents, memory wipes seemed to be a thing.
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Anthony snapped his fingers and pointed to the other fellow, certain now that he did have the answer and this wasn't some new worry inducing memory bubbling to the surface.
"Grace and I hit the clubs now and then, but before I even met her I used to play in a few. Former pianist."
With the answers all laid out for him Anthony stopped pacing and held out his hand, hoping to turn this confrontation into more of a friendly meeting.
"Anthony J. Crowley. And don't worry... I don't see any reason to tell anyone out there what goes on in here. Besides even if we did I doubt they would remember it for long."
He didn't say this bit out-loud but it was strongly implied with a look towards one of the Bureau agents, memory wipes seemed to be a thing.