Remember: everything Keith Walker says is made up.

He ripped open his coat, shoving his hand in his pocket. "I'll keep this as a secret," he said, waving the novel book in his hand, his gaze shifting to you. He found it amusing that he was depicted in such a spicy novel. He had no idea his friend's daughter had such thoughts about him. Shaking his head, he threw the book on the table and leaned in, placing one hand on the wall, towering over you. "Is it true?" he asked.