"Uh... Hey Scott? Heads up... I think Dad's looking for the scotch."
“He is?” Scott almost looks panicked, but he’s Scott Tracy. He doesn’t do panic. Instead he looks mildly concerned as he heads out of the villa a little quicker than usual.
“I’m needed in Hawaii. Tell dad the scotch is fine it’s in the...uh...my office for safekeeping. I'll grab it for him when I get back...from Hawaii."


















