"Excuse me, but are you Darius?"
The gentleman addressed look up at the querent through the darkness of the club, as if to appraise him. He ran his slender hand across the table, disturbing sugar crystals, and responded with "Who is asking?"
"Kristopher, Kristopher DeLong." said the first one, in a cheerful voice. "I'm the reporter-"
"Yes. I know who you are, Mr. DeLong. What do you want with Darius?"
"To get his story. The last person I spoke to told me-"
"I see." He turned away for a moment, seeming to listen to the music.
"Yes, I am Darius."
"It's a real pleasure to meet you, sir, a real-"
"Sit down," said Darius,
Kristopher quietly sat down at the wooden chair opposite the table from Darius.
Darius looked at him through darkened eyes, and said, "Yes, you finally tracked me down. You want my story?"
"Well, the people who I've interviewed told me that your story would be somewhat different from theirs."