"I'd heard that it was stolen. I really have no clue about who was involved."
Felicia's eyes take on a mischievous gleam.
"Although .... If you ask me, I would check out the Harbor Club. Spencer Harrison has the nerve to think his little club could ever compete with TOPS. Yes, I imagine a whole slew of shady, slimy things frequent that place."
You thank Felicia warmly and give her a grateful pinch on her left buttock, making her squeal.