[Chilton's smug, smarmy smirk -- the one that had been savoring Starr's clear disdain -- now faltered. Washed clean off his face like dirt from a storm-drenched stone.]
What?
[His voice lost its brazen glow.]
Listening into my conversation how? [He hadn't been keeping focused enough tabs on Starr, he realized that now.] And why?
no subject
What?
[His voice lost its brazen glow.]
Listening into my conversation how? [He hadn't been keeping focused enough tabs on Starr, he realized that now.] And why?