He scrolled through his phone to find the local jazz station app, brought it up, and settled down to wait. And hour later he was halfway through Dr. John’s “Basin Street Blues” when he saw a car pull out of the garage and onto the street with Mrs. Sullivan at the wheel. He waited until she drove past him and turned the corner before starting to follow her, staying well behind her.
Eventually she came to her destination, a nice motel next to the highway leading out of the city. She parked in the lot and went inside. Derek parked two cars away, slung his messenger bag over his shoulder, and followed her at a discreet distance, getting into the lobby barely in time to see her enter one of the elevators at the far side. He watched the numbers above the door. If she wasn’t playing games, she got off on the fourth floor.