Morty walked toward the bedroom door with his head down. I followed him down the staircase to the office I had been searching a few minutes before. He went to a safe in the corner of the room, opened it up, and pulled out the attache case he'd had with him at the Tiki Moon.
He turned back to me and asked, "How did you know I had set up a meeting with Mr. Saint?"
I couldn't very well tell him his wife called me and told me so I just said, "Don't be curious, Morty. That gets cats killed."