''You're a smart woman Chief. I'll give you that.'' As he walked around Chief noticed that his footsteps made no sound. He was like a silent mime. ''How about a deal?'' Now this picked at Chief's interest. ''I have a story you want. You have information I want.'' ''How about we meet on that coffee place? The same one you met my mother at.'' Said Mateo and then looked around with the painting in his hands. Perfect. A story for a story.