I was looking for a telltale bulge at the armpit. I couldn’t tell, but then that’s why he was wearing it roomy. Ten to one he had a shoulder holster on underneath.

“You’re not a theatrical agent,” I said, leaning back. “You’re military. Career. I should have known it the minute I saw those damn sunglasses.”

The pupils of his eyes dilated slightly, but his expression didn’t change. “Good guess. You’re not right, but you’re not far wrong.”

“Ex-military, then. Government.” I slung my arm over the back of the bench and looked him up and down. “Pentagon.”

“No.”