Outside the Langham Hotel in New York.
Keane steps out of the car and walks to Derrick whose gaze never left the large building before him.
"Are you sure she's in there?" Keane asked, standing by Derrick's side with hands immersed deep in his pocket.
Derrick turned to him, with a raised brow.
"Why would I call you if she isn't here?" Instead of answering his questions, Derrick returned the question to him. Keane didn't say anything, he was in no mood for him.
"Room number" came from Keane's demanding voice.
"Do I look like a hotel record keeper? Go get it yourself man, this is as far as I go" Derrick turns and leaves. Keane was surprised as to what's up with him. He's never spoken to him in such a rude way before and knowing who Derrick is, he must be angry at something.