[ Maybe if the Department of the Enma is feeling generous, they'll find a way to get Monts reimbursed for her donation to the cause. But Andy doesn't seem particularly concerned with the logistics — they have a stack of magazines that would give the Pope an aneurysm. If this won't lure in their quarry, who the fuck knows what will. ]

Sure. I know some of the bartenders around here. They'll probably let us use their storage or something.

[ She won't get into how she knows the bartenders so well. It probably doesn't take much guessing either. This is a woman that looks like she has a vice or two. But she's true to her word — one of the small dive bars has a backroom they're willing to loan to the cause, especially with a little under-the-table bribery. Andy waits for Monts outside the establishment, holding the door for her so they can lay their trap.

Dryly, as she watches Monts build their trail of "breadcrumbs": ]

You gonna take all those porn rags home with you after? Seems like a waste of good literature otherwise.