“Stay with him this time,” Jesse said. “Find out where he lives.”
“He gets a cab,” Suit said, “I get a cab?”
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“Yep.”
“I gotta actually say ‘Follow that cab’ to a New York cabbie?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Jesse said. “He probably won’t understand English anyway.”
Suit went after Lutz. Jesse stayed. No one came. No one went. At six p.m. Suit came back.
“Lutz is staying at a hotel on Park Avenue South,” he said. He took his notebook out and found the page and looked at it.
“The W Union Square,” Suit said. “They told me at the front desk that he was registered for the month.”
“Lot of dough,” Jesse said.
“Maybe Lutz has saved his pennies,” Suit said.
“Maybe.”
“Or maybe he knows a rich woman.”
“Maybe,” Jesse said.
“What’s shaking here?”
“Some guy went by walking a Welsh corgi,” Jesse said.
“That’s exciting.”
“It was downhill from there,” Jesse said.
At seven in the evening Hendricks showed up carrying a bottle of wine and some French bread.
“An evening in,” Suit said.
Jesse nodded.
“Lutz in the daytime and Hendricks at night?” Suit said.
“Seems so,” Jesse said.
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“Hot dog!” Suit said. “We gonna just keep standing here watching. I feel like one of those guys, you know, what do they call them, that likes to watch.”
“Voyeur,” Jesse said.
“Yeah, I’m starting to feel like a voyeur.”
“They don’t have to be having sex all this time,” Jesse said.
“They don’t?”
Jesse smiled.
