They moved to their new hideout in a day. All of their contents, except for a golden clock, piles of money and a newly polished diamond, were able to fit into one suitcase each.
The new place was smaller than where they had stayed before. It was further away from London, and further from the police's jurisdiction. Though they were far outside the city's sights, they were only a short drive from Britain cuisine.
Lupin and Jigen dug into hearty slices of Shepherd's pie while Goemon sipped a cup of tea, presumably saving his appetite for the Japanese fare he would make once they returned to the hideout.
The three of them, before going to the restaurant, decided to speak in code if the Tymiaor or any of their heists came up in conversation. They would substitute Tymiaor or their plans for words relating to plays. They were tourists with an abiding appreciation for European stage theatre.
While deep into a conversation about Shakespearean works, a waiter approached them and held out a note.
"A passerby said to leave this note for the gentlemen at this table." The waiter said, looking as perplexed as Lupin, Goemon and Jigen.
"Thank you," Lupin responded, taking the note. When the waiter left, Lupin looked around, hoping to spot a face that hadn't been at the restaurant when they first arrived. Was it Tymiaor, one of the individuals who had been spying at their old hideout or attempted to run them over?
The note only contained a series of numbers. "Looks like coordinates," Lupin told the others under his breath, holding his phone under the table to put the coordinates in a search engine.
When he pulled up the coordinate results, he showed his phone to Jigen and Goemon.
"Tower Bridge," Jigen murmured aloud, matching Lupin's quizzical expression. Lupin looked down at the note, noticing a time written after the coordinates. "7 a.m.," he read. He wasn't looking forward to another early morning, particularly to meet someone who presumably tried to kill him. Still, this was why he lived the life of adventure he did. The pull of intrigue was irresistible.
"You aren't going there alone?" Goemon asked, noticing the change in Lupin's expression.
Lupin shook his head. "Was thinking you guys could keep a lookout nearby. Unless the person wants to host a Parliament session, it shouldn't take long."
None of them were looking forward to an early morning. Besides, they needed to plan out their fourth heist.
Hatson left shortly before Sholmes, meaning Sholmes didn't need to explain where he was going. It was fortunate they lived close to the bridge. It was a foggy morning, but Sholmes barely paid attention. His mind was fixed on meeting the thief he had studied for weeks, the link to a case he had been pursuing for years.
Sholmes mindlessly adjusted the hat he wore, ignoring his hammering heartbeat. This could be a new lead. It could also lead to a big joke if Lupin was in the mood for it. Sholmes would have to approach their meeting carefully.
It was after the theft at the Wimbeldon stadium and the public outrage from the millionaire that seemed to prompt the London police department to action. The department had put out public warnings and was checking records for possible suspects, one of them being Lupin himself. Sholmes hadn't told the department about the hideout he and Hatson visited a few days ago. It was likely Lupin and his associates had already abandoned the hideout and left it spotless.
It wasn't long before Sholmes had stepped onto the bridge's pedestrian lane. He threaded between people walking by until he spotted him. Several feet ahead of him, sporting a dark green jacket, was Lupin III himself.