Grimm had been around long enough to know that this fellow was as good as they get. They were rounding each other off, doing an informal square dance, sizing each other up. He didn't know how Max knew where they'd be and what their objective was.
One thing for sure was that his employer had a mole in his organization and he was going to get to the bottom of it, that's for sure.
Grimm feinted and Max wouldn't take the bait; it seemed he knew what Grimm was going to do and when.
"We've been through this dance many times before," Max said.
"What the hell does that mean?" Grimm said. He presumed Max was using some kind of psychological crap on him. "I've never met you before."
"We've been here many, many times," Max told him. "Each time it ends the same."
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