“Better to think they are, I guess.”
“Absolutely,” Suit said. “Are we developing a plan?”
“We’re awaiting developments.”
“How long are we going to await?” Suit said.
“Until they occur, or we can’t stand it anymore,” Jesse said.
Suit shook his head sadly.
“That’s pathetic,” he said.
“I know,” Jesse said. “But we got some nice photos.”
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Their third morning on Perry Street, Lutz didn’t show up. At noon Jesse said to Suit, “See if he’s still at the hotel.”
Suit spoke on his cell phone for ten minutes before he broke the connection.
“Checked out this morning,” Suit said. “Arranged with the concierge for a limo to the Delta Shuttle at LaGuardia.”
“So he’s going to Boston or Washington,” Jesse said.
“That’s what the concierge told me,” Suit said. “He said it only flies those two places.”
Jesse smiled.
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“Call Molly on that thing,” he said. “Tell her to see if he’s registered at the Langham again. If he isn’t, have her check other hotels.”
Suit made the call.
When he was through he said to Jesse, “What exactly is a concierge?”
“They are to hotel guests as you are to me, Suit.”
“Invaluable?”
“Something like that. Molly going to call us back?”
“Yes.”
“You got call waiting on that thing?”
“Sure.”
“While you’re waiting for Molly, call Healy, and when you get him, gimme the phone.”
“Can I tell him I’m your concierge?” Suit said.
“Just call him,” Jesse said and rattled off the number. “I am going to need a New York City cop to help with the jurisdiction issue.”
“And you figure Healy can help?”
“Better than wandering into the local precinct and explaining that I’m the chief of police in Paradise,
