Holden, unmoving, glanced down at the note Izzy was handing him, and then back to Izzy. For some reason, his gaze felt like a splash of ice-water. "I'd rather not touch it..." He said, slowly. "Stolen goods. Harboring them makes me an accessory." After the note was read aloud by a humoring Izzy, he responded, "Oh, yeah, I have an idea of where that is. It's just a little beyond where I used to live. Shouldn't be difficult to find."