Meet Paul Chung, Part 1

Yesterday, Rome, Rei and Bonnie entered the Essessoni power plant. They finally found the plant foreman who told them they would find Paul Chung's lunch wagon on the far side of the building. At last, Rome and Rei might learn the whereabouts of the would-be assassins, Troutman and Steele. They hurried across the plant and exited the far side:

     In front of them was Paul Chung’s lunch wagon. Rei chuckled to himself how closely it resembled one from his time on Earth. It even had wheels. The entire vehicle was plated in diamond-patterned shiny aluminum and looked fresh and clean. If nothing, Paul had a sense of humor because there was no earthly reason why he would fashion it so, otherwise. They walked up to the large side window and a man stepped forward to greet them. He had vaguely Asian features and although he was hidden from the waist down, Rome could tell he was a bit shorter than Rei.
     “What can I get you folks?” he asked pleasantly. “Oh, Bonnie, hi,” he said, somewhat surprised to see her.
     “Hi Paul,” Bonnie said. “This is Rei Bierak and Rome, his wife.”
     “I know who they are,” he said. He nodded toward them. “So what can I do for you?”
     “We are looking for David Troutman,” Rome said, speaking up. “Do you know where we can find him?”
     A dark fleeting expression passed over Chung’s face. “No!” he said insistently. “What would make you think that?”
     Bonnie spoke up. “Nick Greer said that you guys had a hoker game going back at your house and he and Troutman played with you sometimes.”
     “Yeah, sure,” Chung said, “but that was a long time ago. Right after you guys,” he pointed at Rei, “rounded up those Darwin people, he took off. I haven’t seen him in ages.”
     “Are you sure?” Rei asked. “Do you have any idea where he might have gone off to?”
     “No, none at all,” he said. He looked off into the distance. “I thought that the rest of the Darwins turned themselves in. Wasn’t he with that group?” He directed his question at Bonnie.
     “No, he never made it,” she said. “He’s still here on Deucado.”
     Chung started to speak then stopped himself. His expression soured. “I’m a little busy right now. If you don’t want anything to eat, why don’t you get going? They’re going to be taking a break pretty soon and I have to get ready.”

I don't know about you but certainly to me, Paul Chung acted suspiciously. Why would he do that? What would he have to hide? Maybe we'll find out tomorrow.