Sean wrinkled his brow a bit at the whole sunlight thing but smiled and stood up.<br/><br/>"Alright then, tomorrow night at the bourbon street blues company. I'll be there around say tenish. Now if you'll excuse me folks I've got an early day and a bottle of 45 year old scotch callin my name. Enjoy the poker. Good night" Sean nodded to all those at the table and headed for the stairs.<br/><br/>When he reached his room he tossed his coat on the bed and went for the mini fridge for a glass and some ice. Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of blue lable Johnny Walker. After all it not every day your missing witness falls into your lap. He poured himself a nice full glass and proceded to drain it of its amber purity. The burn of aged scotch was better than anything he could think of for ridding oneself of stress. He refilled the glass and sat in a chair he had positioned near the window. This time he was sipping and enjoying. Tomorrow he would have his answers.