No one said anything at first, but eventually most eyes turned to a man with a blue suit and a black fedora, still croutching slightly over the bag-box-safe whatever it was in the middle of the table they were all looking at. He shrugged.

"I dunno."

Hunter pointed the crossbow closer to him. "We'd like ya to talk now, mister. 'Cause we're gonna find out what you were doin' either way. This is the healthier way. Get it?"

The man glared at him, but didn't say anything else.