"They used to serve songbirds here, not too long ago. For me, though ..." Stephanie moved up to open up a safe under the bar with a key and pull out a bottle of limited-edition Louis XIII cognac, one of only five hundred made. She had three in the safe.

"You're welcome to join me." Stephanie said simply, pouring herself a generous snifter. There weren't many people she would offer the libation to. The only other person who had tasted it was Marcelo.