Sam Belli was a creature who appreciated the sun. The naked, raw honesty of daylight. His business hours tended to be during the day, though he made a rare appearance at night when it was required. It was unusual for him to be seen outside of that office, but not unheard of. The man gave off an air of someone well-traveled, after all.
"I want to know who did this, and I'd like my property to be retrieved," Belli said to the window, in a soft, dangerous tone. He turned back around to face Mike, expression somber. "And to ensure the integrity of my business prospects, of course. To those ends, I wouldn't consider anyone 'off-limits.' I don't want to run off paying clients, but if a client was in any way responsible for this disappearance, I need to know it. We cannot suffer thieves."
A fond smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth as he regarded the man in his office. The crossed arms and shifting position. There was a healthy amount of fear in the heart of Mike McBrayer, but he knew better than to show it. Belli liked that about him. The pride. The balls. The vices. The world would certainly be less interesting if it didn't have Mike in it. "As to any other ends that might come up... just watch yourself. Be wary. There are some dangerous people in that place -- dangerous creatures -- and my protection can only extend so far. Take care that you don't get bit."
"If you want more specifics than that, well, I imagine our good people at the Red Door would know more about each other than I would..." Something in Belli's tone indicated that he didn't necessarily believe that, but it did make sense that the employees there would know the ins and outs of the place better than a benefactor who only communicated with the owners by phone. "I suggest you ask that very question of them. I'm quite curious what you'll find out."