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[kingpawn]

[ Walt shakes his head in response. For once, it's not Chilton. ]

There's a man who goes by the name of Joel. Works at Xavier's School for imPorts. Has a close relationship with a young girl named Ellie and someone from my home -- Jesse Pinkman.

I want Joel watched.

[textualhealing]

Joel? Dunno him, I'll look him up. [Not taking any notes, which is probably a good thing. Far more focused on finishing off his scotch. It's only now that he reaches down to a bottom draw behind the desk and pulls forth a second glass, sliding it over to Walt and using the half full bottle on his desk to top himself up and then lean over to fill the other glass.]

So, other than him being close to this Jesse guy, what's he doing? What's he done? What's got you wanting to invest a whole crap load of money into watching him? [From a professional point of view Jeff really should be applying some sort of 'don't ask, don't tell' policy here, but curiosity reigns supreme here. Especially when he's somewhat fresh meat to all this meth dealing world. He's more used to getting people off drug and drink charges, not listening to the inner dramas of a meth business. It's like trying to follow a telenovela at this point, but missing out on a whole load of key plot points.]

[kingpawn]

I just don't trust him.

[ AKA Walt is a big jealous baby. ]

He's a part of my operation by Jesse's request. But Jesse sometimes gets blindsided by father figures. I mean, I wasn't here so it makes sense that he would try to find a surrogate. But the trust may very well be blind because he needed someone to fill that gap. So I need to see for myself what this guy is about -- not through Jesse's rose-tinted glasses.

[ Which sounds a lot nicer than saying -- I need to learn his schedule so I know when the optimal time to murder him is. ]

At any rate, that's about all I need from you for now. I'll be in touch with payment and to see how you're progressing.

[ Walt rises to his feet. ]

[textualhealing]

[This really does sound like some crazy ass paranoia, jealousy or control issue. Or all of the above. Jeff only assumes as much because he knows that feeling, he's been through it plenty of times before when getting just a little too possessive of his own friends. Control is a funny thing, something that's hard to give up on once it's been in your grasp.

But he keeps quiet, because maybe it's not his place to say. And maybe he values his money just a little more than he values giving out life advice.]

Sure thing, Mr. White. Leave it to me, I'll get it done. [You can trust me is the implied tone that shouldn't need to be said. Money is the perfect way to keep Jeff close.]