That was the problem with being a genius: every once in a while, people were just too damn stupid for your brains to be effective against them.

"Thanks for the help." Mello would've introduced himself to his ally, except that he didn't want the thugs to have his name. Resigned to seeing this through until they could become someone else's problem, he walked along.

"If any of you assholes know anything about the kidnappings, you'd better talk."

Predictably, they only muttered curses and denials. Mello was fairly certain anyone who could engineer swiping guests right under everyone's nose was too smart to have got caught like these guys did.