Swamped

Well, you can just drop hints about what you know.

"We just had a thief at the hospital. Seemed they were looking through old books or something. Might be worth telling your cousin about, we've been too busy to file a report yet."

He hesitates ever so slightly with his ticket counting. So maybe you are on to something.

"Unfortunately, I'm probably not going to get a chance to tell any guards until the morning," he says. "Still, I'll pass along the message once things are settled here, in case you don't have any time yourselves."

You suppose that's all you're getting. You head back to the bar. Monty's sandwiches are untouched, and Patterson is returning with the wine.

"Where's Monty with the damn ice?" she grumbles. "Can't be taking that long, can it?"

"I'll go have a look," you offer.

"Best if you do. Can't take my eyes off this wine or someone'll pinch it, and I can't pull Les off tickets when they're going to start selling any minute. Check the kitchen, it's over there."

She points to a door behind the bar. You walk over to it, and open it up.