"Haven't we?" Jacob leans back on the bench, tries to cross his own arms, then gets a rude reminder that yes, he is still handcuffed. He huffs instead and places his hands in his lap.

"Then maybe you can explain how I know who you are, Luther," he challenges, hoping that this angle will provoke curiosity rather than violence. "Or about your family, like Allison and Diego. Trust me, we've met."