"They are still not here?" asked Archer and entered the room.
"They are on their way. Would be here in a minute. Please, sit down," yawned Harris and dropped into a chair.
"Sorry to wake you up. But this is urgent," said Archer.
"No worries. I was busy partying last night, so it was difficult for me to wake up," said Harris, and rubbed his eyes. He opened his eyes and blinked a few times to make his hazy vision clear.
"Partying?" scolded Archer. "My night was chaotic, and you were partying?"
"You know how my job is. I am friends with drug dealers. I have to go to their barbecue parties. I have no other options."
"Do you…" asked Archer, but could not complete his sentence.
"What? No! Never! You know I can never touch drugs. That would be the grounds for getting fired. I just go there, drink a beer or two and have fun, get to know people who are working as footmen in the Hall family business. I have identified about 25-30 men and women who work as footmen," replied Harris.
