Los Angeles had been in this game a long time. He'd survived because he'd been cautious and aware of his surroundings. Years of dodging people who were out to kill him cultivated a kind of six sense for being followed or watched. Right now that sense was flaring. He couldn't be sure of it but his gut said he was being tailed by somebody. He couldn't even be sure of who this presumed tail was. There weren't very many cars on the street but he thought he might have caught sight of the same SUV once or twice. 

The man decided to exercise caution as he listened the receptionist. He was about to say something when the door opened and one of the biggest men he'd ever seen in his life walked in. Los Angeles' predator mind took in all the details quickly and methodically. [i] The man has a head on me and quite a bit more weight. Probably a bruiser but capabilities and weapons unknown. Likely the Pittsburgh operative. Do not underestimate. [/i] Los Angeles started calculating ways he might kill this man. 

None of them would be easy. While he watched Pittsburgh he noticed a girl wearing what seemed to be a concealing jacket. It was much more... expansive than one really needed and hid her face as well as her hands. Either she was an extremely socially awkward person or she was one of the competition. Perhaps she was the one who was following him? Pittsburgh didn't indicate any interest in him at first but he got a different feeling from her. Los Angeles didn't get too good a look at her because he simply gave her a casual sweep of his gaze, not telegraphing any real interest. 

Los Angeles looked at the receptionist and said, "Yes. Just tell him that I'd love to give an interview about the local trucking industry. Here's where he can reach me." He slid a card with the name of Francisco Montes and a number to a burner phone. Los Angeles turned to face Pittsburgh who was eyeing him like a hunter. Los Angeles kept his stance neutral but strong, looking him in the eye and broadcasting his claim to Alpha male. 

Los Angeles didn't reach for any weapons. In this public space that'd be a rookie mistake, "Lindquist is one of the best journalists in town so I heard. I just wanted to give him my two cents about a story he's working on. What's your interest?"