On my way to the hotel, I called Sam and gave him the name of the Dutch hotel and asked him to get me its guest list. I asked him to pull records of the last month and see if there were any recurring guests that visited the hotel on Wednesdays.
Sam informed me about the car that took a U-turn in front of the Trideca bar that evening.
“It was a black coupé,” he said, “from a Japanese brand, mid-price range, nothing too remarkable but out of reach for the average middle class.” He also told me about the other cars that are registered in the name of those seven girls.
“… eleven cars in total,” he mentioned. “Three coupés, one roasdster, one sedan, two SUVs, two cabriolets, one station wagon and a crossover… none too lavish but all out of reach for an average Ridgenian.”
“Makes sense, h
