[b]Juan:[/b]

Agenda? Yes. Questions? 

The kid does a giddy fist pump. “I knew I was right about you. Mr Lorenzo tells me kidnappers are always way too dead in their eyes, and you didn’t seem like an assassin either. I was hoping you were a spy, but news stuff’s pretty cool too.” 

He points to the keys. “Those are all keys for properties my Mum owns. Normally you just leave them with a real estate company, but she’s crazy about nobody knowing she has them. She doesn’t want anyone else having them I guess. If I ever get out of here, first thing I'm doing is finding a place one of those keys goes, and seeing if anyone lives there. Oh but like - one sec. Hey, check this out.” He opens the door and gestures Green out again, finger to his lips. He points to his Mum’s study. “The door’s soundproof right?”

Then he runs to the bathroom and upends a glass with a toothbrush in it, and presses it to the door. He shows Green that, then goes around to the other side and says “Can you hear me now?”

Green didn’t need the glass for that one, but Juan would have.

When he comes back, he thrusts a sheaf of case file notes into Green’s chest. “She got the keys from this lady, Harley Chough. I’m not even supposed to know they’re friends.” He says proudly.