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concierge looked at the resident kindly. He had to have had a slow day since no one was allowed to come out. JB's arrival surprised him.
    “Hello, Mr. Bridgers,” he welcomed the tenant respectfully. “What are you doing out there, sir? Haven’t you heard about the curfew?”
    “Yo! Dave! Curfew? No, I must have missed that,” Jerry said and rushed to the elevator.
    Five hours passed. The concierge was still there, going through some automotive magazine. He seemed mostly interested in motorcycles section. From time to time he threw glances at Jerry’s Monster. He was drilling the machine with his stare that very moment when suddenly JB appeared in front of the guy.
    “Yo! Dave!” JB shout out.
    The concierge flinched.
    “Yes, yes, sir? How can I help you?”
    “Yo! I told you to call me ‘JB,' man.”
    “Yes, sir. You definitely did,” Dave said. “Excuse me, I couldn’t miss that you ride that Monster now. May I wonder, what happened to the 996?”
    More than anything JB loved his Ducati 996, the loss of it was not easy on him, and now he was sick of that question from everyone around him. So he just ignored the concierge’s curiosity.
    “Look, man. I’m going somewhere for a while, not sure for how long. Hopefully not longer than a year.”
    “Okay…”
    “I need someone to look after my place. Can you do that?”
    “Sure, JB!” Dave nodded. “Anything else?”
    “How much more do you need?”
    “Excuse me?” concierge wondered.
    “To purchase a motorcycle? How much?”
    “Uh-hm…” Dave scratched his neck awkwardly.
    “Here’s some gratitude for that favor,” JB handed a yellow envelope to him and shook his hand. “Stay outta trouble.”
    The big guy in biker clothes went out. Dave was following him with his eyes all the way to the parking lot, then he looked inside the envelope. There was approximately five grand inside. He glanced at the motorcyclist once more then shoved the money into his pocket and looked around suspiciously. Being more than happy the man sat down in his chair to take back the magazine. The concierge’s widest smile illuminated the entire hallway.
     
    JB was moving through the city to the crew’s base, noon was far gone, but the sun was still up. The road appeared clear as never before in the rush hour, just the rare car showed up every now and then. Most of them sped up; each driver had to have his own urgent reason to break the curfew.
    Everything looked proper, the gangster was almost there. When, suddenly, he noticed a car via his side vision. The vehicle was parked in one of the alleys. Something odd felt about it. JB hit on the brakes, leaving a black trail behind him. The trick had almost turned his motorcycle. The point he stopped at was about ten yards from that car. Bridgers turned around to take a closer look. The men inside had probably noticed him, but he didn’t care. He tried to remember where he might have seen that car before. The grey Impala, nothing was too suspicious about such a car in that neighborhood. Then it hit him. Jerry supposed that might be the issue, the car was exactly suited for that place. Developing the thought, he thought of the particular spot where it was parked.
    On his way to the gang meeting, he passed by that place. And he had to drop his speed to drive around the Impala, which blocked the road when parking. It was the same vehicle. JB didn’t pay much attention back then, but now it was like a storm inside his head. Bridgers felt dizzy. The smartphone held all the information of the van's and Ford's movement. He looked through the whole pass from the base to that very spot. The answer was there. The van was moving straight, but the security truck stopped near the mysterious Impala.
    That brief stop had captured JB’s attention back then, he didn’t know why they had done that. Now he had a pretty good idea. A big piece of the puzzle got in its place and the whole picture revealed itself. Bridgers told them to leave