No thanks.

"I'll think about it," you say, emptying your glass and standing up. "Thanks for the drink. I have to get back to the school."

Brian slides along the bench seat of the booth, looking uncertainly at both you and the pretty reporter.

"What about you Mr. Watts? Anything you can tell me would be helpful. And like I said to Mr. Carter, it can all be background, your name never appearing at all."

He looks uncertainly at you, obviously conflicted. You give a quick shake of your head, then shrug before you turn to leave the bar, letting him do what he pleases.