I get out of the car. "Where?"
Pierre is taking his time getting out of the car.
"You stay here, or go home," I snap at him.
"No," he counters.
"You'll just slow me down," I say and start walking, motioning Thompson to lead the way.
He spends some time coordinating Lahey's location, while I scan the surrounding area.
He stops dead a few feet from a small sidewalk park. "That's him by the far wall," he says, pointing at a man wearing a bright green parka and gnawing on his thumbnail.
The guy's eyes are shooting this way and that, like he's waiting for someone.
"Stay here," I tell Thompson then approach the reporter from the side, which is blocked off from his sight by a couple of trees and a construction scaffold. The reporter doesn't see me, since he picked an idiotic place to wait
