Morningstar Manor

There was this guy who had some business with Mr. Moray, and it was that sort of business -- that sometimes happened. Somebody angry at their boss could slip you a CD with a little something on, little something that made Mr. Moray really happy. Course, he couldn't be seen doing it.

It was that sort of business now.

So Ricky was sitting in the Auberge, drinking a large latte and reading Rolling Stone. He thought the magazine was unnecessary -- the dude with the hair was usually enough. But perhaps the other guy was a bit stupid.

Never mind, it was a nice afternoon, Mr. Moray was paying for the latte, and Ricky got to read up on things.