He had left the car lights on and he stood in front of it, biting the end off a cigar and lighting it. He milled around nervously for a few minutes and then Morty's car pulled in, and he and Nick got out. I was close enough to be able to hear them, but just barely. I really had to listen close.
"Evening, Stan," Morty said. So I was right.
"Hello, Alexander. Berman, let's get in the office and get this crap over with, huh?"
Nick was carrying the same case they had my money in at the Tiki Moon...