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General Content Warning: Chapters in this story may contain upsetting or triggering content including but possibly not limited to violence, consensual and non-consensual sexual references and descriptions, drug and alcohol use and abuse, references to or descriptions of mental illness, self-harm or self-injurious behaviour, and references to or discussions of suicide.
~Forty-Four~
"Damn," Reno uttered as he and Johnny observed the building across the street from where Johnny had parked the vehicle. "Pretty nice place actually," he remarked.
The building was the condominium building in Junon where Cloud's bike had received a parking ticket. It was modern, looking newer than much of what was around it.
They had left Midgar relatively early that morning. Johnny wanted to drive so that they weren't having to deal with their luggage being screened at the airport. The vehicle was an SUV Reno had never seen before but he saw that it was loaded with a fair amount of stuff. Reno just had his one bag so he wasn't sure what all Johnny had actually packed up in the vehicle before he got there in the morning.
They took turns driving on the long journey south. It took most of the day to get there and it was late in the afternoon, close to the beginning of the evening rush hour when they finally got to where the condo building was located.
"It's nowhere near the motel Strife was staying in right before he went missing," Johnny noted aloud. He'd looked up the address of the motel based on the transaction he'd seen in Cloud's banking records.
"Weird, man," Reno muttered.
"Alright," Johnny said, exhaling deeply as he unfastened his seatbelt. "Let's see if security feels like chatting."
"Cool," Reno said, unbuckling his own belt and turning so he could reach for something in the backseat.
Standing just outside the vehicle with the door still open, Johnny watched him retrieve something from his bag he'd had zipped inside.
"What is that?" he asked as he leaned forward to see Reno more clearly. He was pretty sure though that he knew what it was Reno was about to slip inside his coat.
"A taser," Reno confirmed what he thought, holding it up for him to see clearly.
"No," Johnny said.
"Uh yeah it is," Reno argued.
"I mean it's not necessary," Johnny told him. "Leave it in the car."
"You don't know when necessary will be necessary, dude," Reno tried to claim but was met with an unchanged expression from Six. "Seriously?" he asked. "How will we incentivize otherwise?"
"Let me worry about it," Johnny told him. "Besides, you're carrying, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, knowing Reno would have his handgun holster on under his coat.
"Well yeah," Reno confirmed. "But I'm not going to pull a piece on some poor security guy. I'm not fuckin' crazy."
He waited another second with the taser in his hand for Johnny to give in and allow him to bring it along but it didn't happen.
Reno scoffed loudly then. "You really want me to leave it here?"
"Yes," Johnny told him firmly.
"You're the boss," Reno said with some clear disagreement in his tone. He pulled open the glove compartment to put the taser in it.
Together they began heading across the street to the parking garage, stopping at a booth at the entry gate where a security guard was sitting and reading through a newspaper. He lowered it to the desk in front of him when they were near to the window.
"Something I can help you with?" he asked.
"Hope so," Johnny replied. "A friend of mine ran into some trouble, he said he left his motorcycle parked here, thinks it's probably been getting some tickets. He's not able to get down here himself so he asked if I'd come deal with the tickets and see about getting it towed out of here for him."
"Visitor I assume?" the guard questioned and Johnny confirmed.
The man reached somewhere under the desk and retrieved a binder that he set on the desk top but paused before opening it.
"You said a motorcycle?"
"Yeah," Johnny confirmed.
"I think I know which you're talking about but it ain't here anymore. Might have been towed already," he explained.
It wasn't a surprise to Johnny and Reno that Cloud's bike wasn't there. They knew where it ended up.
Still, Johnny asked, "You sure?"
"Yeah," the guard confirmed. "I remember seeing it. None of the normal residents here have one so it stood out. I left my shift the one day and it was here. Next day it wasn't."
"Who would have had it towed?" was Johnny's next question.
"Management. A resident. One of the other security guards. Hard to say," the man told him, shrugging.
"Would you have a record if it was towed?" Johnny asked.
"To be honest? Probably not," the man told them. "We have an incident book for reporting that kind of thing but someone would have to actually write stuff down. Rarely happens."
Johnny nodded in understanding.
"You recall the day it would have left?" he asked then and the man nodded so Johnny asked to be sure, "You're positive the bike didn't leave here on your shift?"
"Positive," he confirmed. "We have a rotating shift schedule. I was on first shift that week. Seven a.m. until three p.m. Second shift comes in then until eleven. By the time I was back the next morning the bike was gone. I can take a look through the incident book to see is anything was mentioned but you could try coming back at eleven tonight and talk to someone who was on second shift that week. They may be able to help you out. In the meantime, your best bet is to just call up the city impound and find out if they got it logged in there."
They waited while he looked through the incident book. It only took him a moment before he was shaking his head.
"Don't see anything here."
"No problem. Thanks for your help," Johnny told him before wishing him a good day and turning back in the direction of the vehcile with Reno following.
"What now?" Reno asked. "We coming back later?"
"Yeah," Johnny confirmed. "Saw some cameras in there. We'll need to see about getting surveillance from around the time the bike left."
"What you wanna do 'til then?" Reno asked. "Food?"
"We should be able to get something down by the harbor," Johnny said with a nod as he unlocked the vehicle doors.
"Yeah, guess we better check it out down there," Reno said on his way around to the passenger side.
After stopping at a place down near the waterfront for some food, they walked down to the boardwalk and harbor to see the likely place where Cloud's bike had been retrieved from the water. The boat launch was really the only place to access the water directly from the road. Didn't really make sense he would have driven in on purpose but not also made it back out to safety if he used the launch.
His bike would have been slowed down pretty quickly from the resistance of the water and he would have been forced off of it. Unless he was bound and unable to swim or knocked unconscious, it didn't seem possible he wouldn't have just gotten himself back out to the road. If he really wanted to drive into the water with the intention of taking his own life it would make more sense to drive down and off the end of the pier. Only, there was a railing and as far as they could see, it was still intact.
Together they walked down the pier to the end slowly. The pier was fairly busy, some people sitting on benches watching the sun as it was beginning to set, others bicycling or jogging or fishing at the railing. They passed a small bait and tackle stand and a concession stand before going as far as they could. Reno leaned on the railing then and looked out at the horizon.
"You think it's possible the bike was towed first to a city impound lot and someone there took it on some joyride or something like that?" Reno asked.
Johnny shrugged. "I guess it's possible. We could try calling in the morning when the office opens, see if they have a record of it being impounded. We'll see if we find out anything more tonight from security on the next shift."
"You know," Reno spoke after a few minutes of silence between them while they looked at the water. "I didn't want to, but I couldn't help considering the possibility Strife may have actually driven into the water, whether by accident or on purpose. Standing here now though…it seems even more impossible than when I first talked to the cops."
He glanced at Six who just stared ahead as he went on.
"Even if he floored it off the boat launch, he'd have to be pretty wasted or high to then just let himself get taken out to sea," Reno conveyed confidently.
Johnny only half-listened as Reno spoke. He was going over in his own head what they knew for sure. Cloud's bike was pulled from the water with some but not all of his belongings. The bike had been parked at the garage of that condo building and had been given at least one parking ticket that hadn't been paid. Although it was possible the bike had been towed to a lot first before what happened after, Johnny thought it was pretty unlikely. Rather, he wondered if it was possible to drive the bike out while the parking arm was raised as another vehicle was entering or exiting.
"Hey, either you guys got any cash or coin to spare?"
They both turned to look back at who'd spoken to them. A kid in his late teens, early 20s at most. He looked a little rough, like he'd been on the streets for a while.
"Spare money? What's that?" Reno quipped.
The kid smiled. He shrugged his shoulders as he kept his hands in the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt. "Well, I got a bit of product if you'd rather get a little something for your generosity," he told Reno.
"Hey!" Someone shouted from nearby. They looked toward the small tackle stand. "I said beat it, TJ!" The man operating the shop yelled to the kid who'd approached them. "Quit bothering people out here or we're gonna have problems," he warned.
"You don't own the pier, bro!" The kid apparently named TJ called back before turning and starting to head away back in the direction of the beach.
"That guy needs to chill," Reno commented of the shop operator as he turned back to look at the water.
Johnny watched a moment after the kid who'd approached them before leaving his spot next to Reno.
"Hey, TJ," he called when they were out of earshot of the tackle stand. The kid stopped and looked back.
"You around here a lot?" Johnny asked him.
"Why?" TJ replied sharply before he must have noticed the gun holster Reno was wearing under his unzipped jacket as he rejoined them. "Shit, you cops?" he questioned, looking like he was readying himself to run.
"No," Johnny said. "We're looking for a friend of ours, might have been last seen around here." He showed him a picture of Cloud on his phone. "You see this guy?"
TJ squinted at the screen a little. "Oh, yeah I seen him," he confirmed pretty quickly.
"You did? When?" Reno asked with surprise.
"I dunno. Weeks back now," TJ replied. "Yeah, I remember, he looked like he was thinking of jumpin' the rails," he recounted, motioning back down the pier from where they'd just come. "Said he'd pay me if I'd go back to his hotel room and cut some alien microchip outta his skin,"
Reno scoffed to that.
"Yo, this kid's just a burnout," he told Johnny.
"Screw you, man," TJ fired at Reno.
"Did you?" Johnny asked.
"What?" TJ replied.
"Go with him?"
TJ smiled and shook his head as he thought back on the night. "Yeah, man. I thought he was nuts! But I saw it, bit of hardware right there in his back!"
"Where was this?" Johnny questioned next.
"Place on Beech Street I think," TJ told him.
"And then what?"
"Then nothing. Never saw him again," TJ said with a shrug. He shifted his weight around on his feet a little, seeming like he was getting anxious to move on his way. He stilled suddenly. "Oh, there was this guy that showed up though," he remembered. "Seemed to know him. Seemed like his dad or something the way he was so pissed off. Didn't seem that old though, so like maybe an uncle or something…I dunno, I jetted."
Johnny glanced at Reno before asking TJ What the guy looked like who showed up.
"I dunno, I was kinda fucked up at that point," he spoke through a light laugh. He tilted his head back and shut his eyes as he thought about it. "Lightish brown or maybe dark blond hair, I think." He shook his head and opened his eyes once more. "I dunno he just looked like some guy. Sorry can't really help ya there. He had a nice wallet and was carrying a bunch of money, that's all I really noticed."
"And the one in the picture I showed you, you ever see him back here?" Johnny questioned.
"Nope," TJ answered simply.
Johnny nodded. He figured that was about all they'd get out of him. He pulled a couple folded bills from his inner coat pocket to hand over to the kid.
"Thanks for your help," he said.
"Well shit," TJ exclaimed as he took the money from him. He thanked Johnny before shoving what he'd been handed into his sweater and heading off in the direction of the beach.
"You believe him?" Reno asked Johnny then when they were alone again.
"It was a lot of detail if he was making it up," Johnny noted.
"Maybe it was someone else."
"He seemed pretty sure when he looked at the picture," Johnny pointed out as he started walking them towards the beach as well, back in the direction of the parking lot.
"Okay so the guy then that seemed to know Strife…"
"You said someone was in town he knew?" Johnny asked and Reno nodded.
"Yeah, Marco," he confirmed. "But I don't think it would have been him. He wasn't in town then yet I don't think and Strife never mentioned seeing him. He also has dark hair and he didn't mention seeing Strife at any hotel when Fair and I talked to him back in Midgar. No. it doesn't make sense, it's not him." Johnny gave a short nod in acknowledgement but kept silent as he was contemplating. "This is weird man," Reno said through a sigh. "Strife never said anything about any microchip or anything when I saw him. He must have been on some pretty fun dope that night. Him and the burnout."
When they reached the vehicle Johnny retrieved his phone from his pocket.
"Let's chill here a minute while I update Fair," he told Reno. He leaned against the SUV as he held his phone to his ear, waiting for Zack to answer. He picked up after four or five rings.
"Hey, Six, what's up?"
"Hey," Johnny replied. "Reno and I were at the apartment a little while ago. Talked to security at the parking garage. He remembered seeing a bike that could have been Strife's. Doesn't know how it ended up leaving the garage though. He wasn't working at the time apparently. He suggested we go back later tonight to talk to someone on another shift. I'm not thinking they'll be very helpful but there's cameras. Hopefully there's footage available from whenever the bike left the place. We'll be heading back over later after eleven."
"Alright," Zack said, trying not to let himself think negatively, that they wouldn't be able to get anything out of the camera footage, if they even managed to see it, and that the parking garage lead would be a bust.
"We're down at the harbor right now," Johnny went on to tell him as Reno stood by and took the opportunity to light up and smoke a cigarette. "Met a kid down at the pier who recognized a picture of Strife. Claims he was with him one night at a hotel. He said Strife paid him to remove a microchip from his back."
Reno smirked to himself as he listened, shaking his head. He didn't believe the kid's story, but he supposed Johnny was right about it being a lot of detail for something made up.
"What?" Zack responded to Johnny with confusion and doubt. "He never said anything about any microchip. He did try to tell me about a guy that he was with one night," he remembered. "I cut him off, I thought he was just someone he'd messed around with."
Johnny heard him exhale heavily then.
"I'm an asshole," Zack muttered.
"You couldn't have known," Johnny said.
"If I'd listened I would have," Zack argued.
Johnny didn't try to make him feel better about it. He knew he was going to be beating himself up about it no matter what he said. He tried to move on instead.
"You remember when it was he told you about that night?" he asked and there was a brief hum from Zack as he sounded to be thinking about it, trying to recall.
"Yeah, it was, uh, it was the day before he went to the law office out there to sign for ownership of the project shares. I'd have to look at the paperwork or check back in my messages to get the exact date," Zack explained.
"Having the date might help," Johnny said. He didn't know how yet but it couldn't hurt. "That kid said that someone showed up at the hotel while he was there. A guy. He wasn't able to give much of a description but he said whoever it was that he and Strife seemed to know each other."
As Johnny relayed that bit of information to him, Zack felt the hair on his arms and back of his neck stand up. It felt like cold water was rushing over his whole body. His stomach sank and he felt immediately light headed. He was silent then long enough for Johnny to wonder if he was still there.
Johnny lowered his phone a moment to check the screen to see if the call had dropped. It looked to still be connected.
"Fair? You still there?" he asked.
"It's Rand," Zack said but Johnny wasn't sure he'd heard what he said at first.
"Huh?" he questioned.
"That's it. It's Rand. It's fucking Rand."
Zack felt the exact opposite of what he had moments earlier. His body was overheating quickly, breaking into a sweat. His blood pressure felt like it was rising fast and his head started to pound a little. He felt like he could feel his pulse in his neck and ears.
"Rand," Johnny repeated the name as he looked at Reno.
Reno was understandably taken off-guard. "What?" he asked fast. He'd just taken a drag from his cigarette and the smoke drifted out from his mouth as he spoke. "He's dead, no?"
Johnny just listened as Zack went on.
"There was never any body found at the reactor in Midgar, only some of his stuff. He probably faked the whole thing," Zack theorized.
"You think maybe Strife suspected as much and went looking for him?" Johnny questioned. At the same time, he was thinking about that audio file that he'd helped Cloud get some information on, that Rand had left on a music player he'd sent him in Midgar.
"I don't want to think that but…maybe. Or the asshole lured him to Junon for the shares and was waiting for him. I don't know, but it makes sense that whatever's going on, Rand's involved. It's gotta be him. He's got Cloud with him somewhere. I can't believe this went over my head until now."
Zack was angry at himself. For weeks he'd been letting himself think it could be possible Cloud might have gotten low enough to drive into the harbor to take his own life or that he'd decided he wanted to be on his own badly enough to disappear voluntarily without a trace and leave everyone who cares about him to think the worst. The truth was so much more obvious and although he had no proof yet that Rand was involved, he could feel it in his gut.
"That condo building attached to the parking garage has to be where Rand lives, or where he has an apartment," Zack told Johnny who nodded a little to himself. "Cloud could be there right now," he said what Johnny was already thinking. "You guys have to find out if Rand owns or rents a unit there and get into it if he does."
"We will," Johnny told him, no question in his tone. "We'll have to see about getting that camera footage from the garage first. Hopefully tonight. I'll check in with you tomorrow morning and update you on what we come up with."
"Alright," Zack spoke almost shakily. He sounded like his adrenaline was running high. "Just be careful."
"Yeah," was all Johnny said to that. "Bye."
He ended the call then and lowered his phone.
"Dude," Reno said then. "Tell me we are not looking for Randon fucking Cane."
Johnny exhaled heavily as he shoved his phone into one of the pockets in his pants.
"We are, aren't we?" Reno asked, incredulous but actually not really surprised.
"Give me one of those," Johnny requested, motioning to his nearly spent cigarette. Reno retrieved the pack and lighter from his pocket and passed it to him.
"What's got Fair thinking that sleaze is behind this?" Reno asked as he watched Johnny take one of the cigarettes and light it up.
"Probably just a feeling," Johnny said, handing Reno back the pack and lighter.
"So, what? Are we thinking Rand lives in that condo building?" Reno questioned.
Shrugging lightly, Johnny took a long draw from the cigarette in his mouth. He shut his eyes a moment to the rush it gave him. "It's what we have to find out," he answered simply.
"Why the hell would Strife go there if that's the case? After all that shithead did, why would he want anything at all to do with him?"
"Maybe to talk," Johnny replied and he shrugged again. "Maybe to kill him. Doesn't matter." He only took one more drag from the cigarette before extinguishing it. "We have some time to kill still. Let's get checked into a hotel."
It was a little after midnight when Johnny and Reno headed back over to the parking garage at the condo building. It was expectedly quiet on the streets and around the building. A different guard sat in the booth between the entry and exit gates. He was staring down at his phone in his hands scrolling through something with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him. The man didn't seem to notice them when they were standing outside the booth. Johnny reached up to tap on the window a little to get his attention. The man set down his phone to slide the window open next to him.
"Problem?" he asked impatiently before Johnny could say anything to him.
"Not yet," Johnny replied. The man just looked at him, waiting for him to tell him what it was he wanted. "You happen to remember a bike parked here, not belonging to anyone in the building that would have gotten ticketed?" Johnny asked the guard.
"Yeah," he confirmed without hesitation.
"You do?" Reno spoke up with surprise.
"What'd I say?" the guy replied.
"You remember when it left here?" Johnny asked the guard, who sat back in his chair and resumed looking down at his phone.
"Was a couple weeks ago," he began to tell him. "The guy drove it out like a dick, squealing tires and all that, piggybacked on an SUV out the gate without paying."
Johnny nodded though the man wasn't looking at him. He'd suspected it might be possible to get out through the gate behind another vehicle if moving quickly enough.
"You get a look at the driver?" Johnny asked.
The guy shook his head. He reached into his shirt pocket for a pack of gum.
"All black gear and tinted helmet," he answered as he pushed one of the gum pieces through the foil on the blister pack.
"You got security footage from that night?" Johnny asked as the man put the gum in his mouth and began chewing.
"You a cop with a piece of paper in your hand that says warrant?" the man questioned rhetorically. "Then no."
Johnny stepped up on the cement platform that the booth was on so he could stand right at the window and eye level with the guard.
"You sure?" he asked.
The guard looked up from his phone at him again finally.
"Pretty sure," he responded. "Why? What's it to you anyway?" he asked.
"The bike belongs to a friend," Johnny told him. "Trying to track it down."
The man snorted.
"Forget it, you ain't gonna find that thing now, it's probably scrapped or sold off at this point," he advised.
"Maybe. But then maybe I still want that footage to be sure," Johnny told him. "You have a server on site?"
The question seemed to take the man a little off-guard. Up until that point he'd treated Johnny and Reno like they were just an annoyance to him. He seemed to take Johnny more seriously then.
"Possibly," he answered after a brief silence.
"Then we can possibly work something out," Johnny said. "I'll take the twenty-four hour block around the time you saw it leave here."
The man leaned his upper body back in his chair a little like he was literally taken aback by his words.
"You'll take it?" he repeated.
"A copy works fine," Johnny said. "Just name your price and let's get on with things," he spoke with authority.
The man's stark expression broke as he smirked and shook his head.
"Are you for real? No way," he refused.
"You don't have access to the server?" Johnny asked.
"I'd get fired," the man said before he started to lift his phone back up in his lap to return to whatever he'd been doing before they got there.
"So I won't invoice you and no one will know," Johnny replied.
"You're serious," the guard asked as his eyes went back to his. When Johnny said nothing he decided to play along, not really believing he would actually pay out anything. "Uh okay I want two," he finally said.
"Hundred?" Reno asked from behind Johnny.
"G's," the man clarified.
"You fucking joking?" Reno shot back at him, about to tell him to screw off. No way did he think the guy deserved two thousand dollars for helping them out.
"You let me download the files myself and I'll give you two point five," Johnny told the guard.
The man stared back at him for a tense moment.
"We're talking cash," the guard said then finally. He clearly didn't believe Johnny could deliver.
Johnny took his hand partly out of his pocket to show him there was a roll of money in it. "Shit," the guard said as he caught a glimpse of it.
He reached for his walkie sitting on the desk top and radioed to someone else telling them to come man the booth while he went on a break. He stood up then and exited the booth, locking it behind him.
"Follow me," he said to Johnny and Reno and led them to a locked door on the side of the building labeled 'Security.'
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"That was stupid, man," Reno remarked as they got back in their vehicle about twenty minutes later. "You shoulda just let me kick his ass until he turned over the shit we asked for. Twenty-five hundred and we don't even know if we have anything that'll be useful," he grumbled.
"It's a risk I'm willing to take," Johnny told him. "Plus, I took more than just that twenty-four hours of footage."
"What?" Reno said.
"He didn't seem like a details guy, figured he could have the day wrong so I grabbed the few days before and after too."
Reno laughed lightly.
"Going to be a lot to scroll though," he noted tiredly. He felt like he was running out of steam and needed to get a couple hours of sleep but he could tell Johnny was anxious to get started going though the footage.
Although Reno offered to help out however he could with going through the security footage, there wasn't a lot for him to do. Six suggested he just get some sleep while he was working on it.
Right away when Johnny began viewing the footage he realized that it might not be very helpful. Only one camera had a view of Cloud's bike and it was barely in the frame and obscured from view most of the time by another vehicle, a pickup truck that hardly ever moved.
On the night the guard had said it was driven out of the garage, the SUV he thought might be the one that it followed out had stopped in front of the bike. It was a black SUV and the windows were darkly tinted so he couldn't make out who was in it. It looked like a light came on inside though, like the overhead light if someone had been exiting on the passenger side. Only seconds later the SUV was moving again and the bike was being driven out of frame. He couldn't really even see the driver.
Another camera caught the two vehicles leaving. It was as the guard said. The driver of the SUV reached an arm out the window to put his ticket into the machine to get the parking arm to raise. They must not have had to pay anything because they'd only been in the lot for a few minutes. As the SUV exited, the bike was right behind it in a flash, the driver ducking low as the arm was lowering, barely making it out in time. It split off in a different direction from the SUV when they hit the road and both disappeared from view.
It really didn't help at all, except to show that someone else had to be involved in getting the bike out of the garage. The driver of the SUV. There had been a plate on it but it wasn't readable and even if he could read it, Johnny suspected it would be a fake or stolen plate.
He decided to go through all the footage to see if there'd be anything useful to them at all and there was. He had to wake Reno up to show him.
A couple of hours after the bike disappeared from the garage, one of the cameras caught two people walking over to a dark coloured car. They weren't close enough to the camera to make an identification positively but even so…
"Shit. That looks like him. Right?" Reno commented as he watched the footage.
"Could be," Johnny said.
"You think that's Cane," Reno asked of the other person.
"Could be," Johnny repeated.
The two men walked towards the vehicle with bags in their hands, like duffle or sports bags. The person they thought could be Cloud stopped and appeared to be looking in the direction of where the bike had been parked earlier. The other person, possibly Rand, approached him. They exchanged some words. The cameras didn't record sound so there was no way to know what was said. The possible Cloud dropped one of the bags in his hand as the men were speaking to one another. He picked it back up a moment later and followed the possible Rand to the car, a sedan. They loaded the bags into the car and got in and moments later were gone. The car never returned to the garage, at least not in the days of footage Johnny and Reno had to look at.
"If it is Strife, he seems fine," Reno noted with some surprise. "I don't know what I was expecting," he said before shaking his head. "Alright, I guess maybe I was expecting something to make it clear what the hell is going on," he admitted.
"Well, if it is him, he didn't leave on his bike. He left in that sedan," Johnny said.
It wasn't looking like Cloud would be in the apartment at that point.
"No chance of a license plate, eh?" Reno asked.
"No," Johnny answered tiredly.
"Now what?" was Reno's next question.
"We need to see inside whatever apartment he was in. Whichever one belongs to the guy with the sedan."
"There's gotta be like a hundred units in that building," Reno said.
"There's numbers on the floor of the parking spaces in the garage," Johnny pointed out to him.
"Oh yeah," Reno acknowledged. "Think it corresponds to the apartment numbers?"
"Only one way to find out," Johnny said.
"Nice, man," Reno said as he pat his back firmly.
"We'll go back to check out the garage in a couple hours. See about that parking space number," Johnny replied as he closed his laptop.
"Cool," Reno said. "You gonna get some sleep?" he asked as he was heading back over to the one bed.
"Doubtful."
