[color=a187be]"... legitimate business practices..."[/color] There was something lurking behind those words, but Rob couldn't make it out, and he dismissed the line of thought after a few moments. [color=00acf5]"Well, if you're feeling dissatisfied with your 'fraction of a family fortune' I'd be happy to take it off your hands,"[/color], he teased with a lopsided grin.

The return question followed in the wake of his own, which it always did. [color=00acf5]"Killed someone."[/color] He paused. He never got any better at answering that one. [color=00acf5]"I'm a theatrical rigger. And a carpenter. Well, I was. Had my own shop and everything." He automatically offered an explanation of his work, without bothering to wait for a question to trigger it. [color=00acf5]"We build and test everything that hangs off the ground, basically. Moving set pieces, actors in fly harnesses, curtains, lights, and all the structures and ropes that support them. When you go see [i]Peter Pan[/i] and the actor is zipping around through the air--six hours before, it was my ass in the harness, making sure it was safe."[/color]

He smiled a little at the memory. [color=00acf5]"But that's all in the past now, I guess. Thirty days from now I get to start asking around about who's willing to hire a felon," he said glumly. He picked at his bacon crumbs again.