"Noted." That didn't sound ominous or anything. TJ made a mental note to get as much out as he could in the next few days and stash his cash in the little fire-proof safe he kept in the closet. TJ looked like he wanted to ask more, but thought better of it. If he knew anything, he might be an accessory at some point.

"I'm sorry about your friend," he said with genuine sympathy. "Dealing's a dangerous game. Sometimes bad stuff like that happens, Elliot. That's not your fault."