I look around as we get out, confused. This place screams money, and from what I’ve seen of Phillip, he’s more of a worn-out tennis shoes and threadbare sweaters kind of guy.
They must be paying Phillip well to keep quiet... Just this swanky apartment would convince me he can't be trusted. It would fit too, from a narrative arc: the rich guy you would think can't be trusted is the good guy, the poor scientist who's only supposed to care about data integrity is going to be bad.
