'You'll probably find that I'm just as messy as the next guy - its just that my messiness has a system that's all.' He smiled warmly as he lifted his own glass to his lips, tipping it upwards just a little to take a rather small sip from the contents - seeing to savour the taste almost in the way one might expect a wine taster to sample a glass of champagne.<br/><br/>'You know, that's something that's been bothering me too. A friend of mine, someone I helped out once quite a while ago, got in touch with me and said that he wanted to see me. When I got there he gave me a little bit of information, the book and some supplies, and then gave me your address... At the time I thought he was just as much in the dark about things as I was, but now...' he stopped and took another sip before letting his gaze fall onto the glass for a moment or two before continuing. 'Now, I'm not to sure that he didn't know a hell of a lot more than he was letting on...'<br/><br/>Shrugging, he leant back a little and let his gaze fall upon Michelle. 'It'll probably be our first port of call in the morning - unless we come up within anything else in the mean time.'