They'd been in the Dovetail for two full hours before Riff had a chance to dart into the side hall unnoticed, intending to search the office. Bernardo was surprised to find himself enjoying the smoky but cheerful atmosphere of the theatre. Places like this got a bad rep for being sleazy, but Bernardo got the impression that this place wasn't like that. It was certainly poor, and the entertainment wouldn't be winning any awards, but he found himself tapping his foot along with the music every now and again.

While waiting for Riff to return with something useful, so not just himself, he had to ignore a couple girls' flirtation. The memory of Anita's beautiful smile had kept him honest all the way from Puerto Rico, and it wouldn't be any different when they were both in the same city.

The door opened behind Bernardo, and he instinctively turned around to see who it was. He locked eyes with a short man who had a mustache. Most distinctive were the different eyes. One blue, one light brown. They both, however, widened upon seeing Bernardo. The man actually physically reared back. Bernardo quirked an eyebrow, but the man stumbled to a table near the window. Eyes darting nervously around, he pulled out a white kerchief and mopped his forehead with it. A server came over with a glass of water, and he drank greedily from it.

At that moment, Riff came out of the office. A beautiful, but tired-looking woman followed on his heels, appearing extremely vexed. The disaster man was trying to placate her, but she pointed at the door with a stone expression.

Riff left with a hangdog look about him, but Bernardo caught the slight smirk on his face. Head lowered, he didn't notice the strange-eyed man turn to look at him and choke on his water. Bernardo could've sworn his face went ash-gray. Riff loitered outside of the theatre, clearly waiting for Bernardo.

Bernardo sighed, rising from the table. The only patron to take any undue or suspicious notice of them had already connected the two. The strange man's blue and brown eyes were darting between Bernardo and Riff through the window. Ignoring him, the Shark left some money on the table and followed him out.

Riff was all smiles by the time Bernardo approached him. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a slip of paper with an address on it and a key taped to it. He pulled the key off and dangled it in front of Bernardo's face. "Look!"

Bernardo grabbed his elbow and pulled him into an alley. "Where was it?"

"In the top drawer of her desk."

They heard the door open again, and the suspicious man from earlier stepped out. Bernardo pushed Riff farther in the shadows, cutting off the muted protest by saying, "Escucha. He knows something. You should've seen his face. He turned whiter than you when he saw us."

Riff rolled his eyes. "Right. Here he comes."

They watched him walk past, then exchanged a glance. With a nod, they waited half a minute before emerging. They watched him turn a corner up ahead and began following. Their wounds ached after the long day, but they ignored it.

Six blocks later, they watched as their target ducked into a nondescript apartment building. They waited and followed. He started up the stairs, and they watched from the bottom until he left the stairwell and went onto one of the floors. When the door swung shut, they made their own way up. The hallway immediately after the doorway (opening onto floor six) was empty, but they could hear a stuttering voice with an Italian accent somewhere in the distance. They got close enough to distinguish his words and stopped, realizing he was speaking from inside one of the rooms. They started leaning against the wall in an attempt to look casual to any passersby.

They realized that he was speaking on the phone to someone, as he kept pausing.

"No, I tell you… of course, I realize how it sounds… It was them! I swear it was them!... They're working together… Ai, believe what you want, don't blame me when you find a knife in your back. What about the others?... Not good enough. When can I talk to him?... Tomorrow? I can't… Are you sure? Fine. I'll cancel it. When does his boat leave?... I can be there by six. No earlier… Yes, I do, in fact… Good… He'd better not. Tomorrow, I expect him off his precious Mariangue by the time I get there."

The clack of a phone being replaced in its receiver, and footsteps. Bernardo and Riff hurried around a corner as he went off in the other direction, towards the staircases. After hearing the door shut, they returned to the door he came out of.

Bernardo tested the doorknob. It was locked.

Riff suddenly asked, "Hey, is this Haver street?"

"Maybe, que?"

Riff pulled out the key and address. "Room numbers match." With a shrug, he tried the key in the lock.

It worked.

Exchanging incredulous, but pleased looks, they went inside. Closing the door behind them, they began searching the room.

There was some sparse, generic furniture. No decorations, except a single droopy houseplant that probably needed some sun. There were no windows. A small kitchen was stocked with no food. The cabinets held guns instead.

"Uh, Bernardo? I think we've stumbled across something bigger than we thought," Riff breathed.

Bernardo had opened the two other doors in the apartment. One led to a dingy bathroom; the other, a bedroom with a single bed and wardrobe. He opened the wardrobe to find bags inside. One was partially open, and he saw the telltale pale green of money. "I've noticed." He closed the wardrobe and joined Riff in the sitting room. A stack of papers on the coffee table had monetary figures on them-large ones.

Riff flipped through them, then whistled. "Hey, these guys aren't doing too bad for themselves. Whatever they're doin', that is." He lowered the papers and looked over at Bernardo with wide eyes. "That one guy's accent… you don't think-"

The lock jingled in the knob, and the door flung open. A young man was standing there in the doorway, staring at them in surprise.