The tension was increasing between us, with only the sound of crickets breaking the silence. But Johnson, on the other hand, was busy pouring me more whisky, refilling my glass every time it was empty.

"You said you can help me take down Sofia, but you haven't said anything for the past ten minutes," I said, rejecting his attempts to pour me another drink. "Instead, you're just pouring me whisky, making me dwell in my misery."

Johnson laughed out loud, extending his wristwatch to my face to show me the time. "As you can see, the night is still young, we have time," he said.

"Johnson, you're not helping matters,"...