A good night for surveillance.
An idea hit him, and he again reached for his phone. Punched a text.
Free for a drink?
Depending upon the response, if he even got one, would determine the course of the night.
A minute later. Sorry. Can’t. Still at office. Will be for a while.
Another time.
Jimmy got his answer and knew his next move.
Time to see if Brenden Hendricks was telling the truth.
Jimmy was nearly as far west on the island of Manhattan as you could get, Brenden worked on the east side, and while it was only a couple of miles, they weren’t the easiest miles to cover quickly. Fastest route was via the subway, and thankfully the MTA had made travel from the west side much easier.
Hudson Yards had been developed over the last several years. Where once the Javits Center had been
