Jimmy did, leaning in close. He saw an empty sidewalk, the occasional passage of feet down 47th Street. Nothing out of the ordinary, just regular New Yorkers out late. But then came the shadowy figure Reno had mentioned; whoever it was slinked over to the gate and quickly attached the note card with the aid of tape already attached to the envelope. Indeed, the person seemed to be dressed in a willowy, dark cloak, with a shrouded hood covering the face. Jimmy couldn’t even see eyes peeking out; just a pair of hands, skeletal in appearance. Hard to tell whether the person was a man or a woman. The cloak masked the body’s frame.
“Can you rewind it?” Jimmy asked.
“Sure.”
Jimmy watched the action unfold again. Nothing was different, nothing new stood out to him other than confirming the fact
