The diner's family owned, and Jay knows the family. If that's some insurance against the man he's meeting, it's nothing he volunteers over the phone. He'd rather not strong arm him into anything, and if he views everything as though he's playing some long game of chess, it doesn't mean he's trying to toy with him either. Ideally he wants there to be trust there, and he's well aware that right now there's not much on either side. not with the destruction left at Pelican Bay and the mess that followed them back.
He's done his best to get a handle on the fallout, but it's been harder when he's spent the last two weeks or so holed up with Eli Gray while he sweat out the poison in his veins. If it's not where he wanted to be, he still can't hold too much bitterness for it, not when he promised the man help when it was over. He'd been dead. Damaged was still preferable to another grave housing one of his friends.
He sits at the booth, waiting with a trademark patience, a cup of coffee, and a file on the seat next to him. It was harder than it should've been to get the information, but he has enough connections that it didn't cost him much either. Whether the man coming through the door appreciates it or not is another story.