"Of course!" Hart patted himself down and then quickly walked toward his desk, opening a drawer to get his checkbook out. "I can just... How much do you need? I'll give you however much money you need, I'm so sorry he's sick."

"Who's sick? Some Nigerian prince?" Yes, Leonard was back. And apparently capable of a soundless approach, even when he had to open a door.

"No! Paco's friend, he... It's my fault, I have to help."