“He leaves,” the helper said, “and the whole thing starts over again the next day.”
“Do they get separated while they’re at the Y?” he said.
“No, Sir,” the helper said. “I followed them inside once, and they went straight to the pool to swim laps. After that they spent some time in the steam room before they showered, dressed, and left. They act like they’re joined at the hip.”
“How did you manage to do that?” he said.
“I went to the check-in counter, said I was interested in joining, and asked for a tour,” his helper said.
“Is the third man armed?” he said.
“That’s hard to tell,” his helper said. “He wears those pants with a lot of pockets—cargo pants, I think the kids call them. There’s a pretty big bulge in one of the pockets, so I’m guessing he’s got a gun in there.”
“Shit! I guess that means we’re gonna have to take them at their house, and during the evening.”
“Just say when,” the helper said, “and I’m ready.”