“You mean he forced Derek to go with him?”
“Yes. That could have happened.”
“But wouldn’t Derek have called out? Yelled for help?” Biff protested.
“Not necessarily. You see, Biff, Derek doesn’t know me any better than he knows Dietz. You two switching identities at the airport was a good joke. But then the joke turned into a serious matter.”
“Right!”
“I didn’t have enough time to fill Derek in on what was actually going on,” Uncle Charlie continued. “He can’t really be sure whether I’m working for him or against him. The same thing holds for Dietz. Dietz is a fast and smooth talker.”
“I learned that, myself,” Biff said.
“And Derek may have thought that you, by suggesting the switch in identities, might have been in on a plot for me to get my hands on him.”
“I see. It could look that way. Look, Uncle Charlie, if you would tell me what this whole thing is all about, I might be more help.”
Uncle Charlie apparently didn’t hear Biff’s last remark. He was deep in his own thinking.