almost yelling at the camera

Robbie met them in the conference room. Awkward introductions were made. Boyette was reluctant to speak or to shake hands. Abruptly, he said to Robbie, "I remember you. I saw you on television after the boy was arrested. You were upset, almost yelling at the camera." "That's me. Where were you?" "I was here, Mr. Flak, watching it all, couldn't believe they had arrested the wrong guy." "That's right, the wrong guy." For someone as high-strung and quick-tempered as Robbie Flak, it was difficult to remain calm. He wanted to slap Boyette, and grab his cane and beat him senseless, and curse him for a long list of transgressions. He wanted to kill him with his bare hands. Instead, he pretended to be cool, detached. Harsh words would not help Donte. They left the conference room and walked into Robbie's office. Aaron and Fred Pryor stayed outside, ready for whatever came next. Robbie directed Keith and Boyette to a small table in the corner, and all three sat down. "Would you like some coffee or something to drink?" he asked, almost pleasantly. He stared at Boyette, who stared back without flinching or blinking. Keith cleared his throat and said, "Look, Robbie, I hate to ask for favors, but we haven't eaten in a long time. We're starving." Robbie picked up the phone, rang Carlos, and ordered a tray of deli sandwiches and water. "No sense beating around the bush, Mr. Boyette. Let's hear what you have to say." The tic, the pause. Boyette shifted and squirmed, suddenly unable to make eye contact. "Well, the first thing I want to know is if there's any reward money on the table." Keith dropped his head and said, "Oh my God." "You're not serious, are you?" Robbie asked. "I suppose everything is serious right now, Mr. Flak," Boyette said. "Wouldn't you agree?" "This is the first mention of reward money," Keith said, completely exasperated.