"We're still in the Red District, but on another street."
Dean looked back at Atlas and continued, "At least we're not in the same row as the nightclub we came in."
"No wonder that guy just disappeared no matter where I looked when I followed him," he hissed, shaking his head as everything he'd been thinking began to unravel. "Clever, and I hate to admit that."
Atlas mostly ignored him as he casually sat on the edge of the bed, not wasting a second in compiling all the photos and evidence he gathered and sending them to the rightful recipients.
"What are you doing?" Dean frowned. "That can wait."
"It can, but I can't."
"Tsk." Dean clicked his tongue once more, shoved his hands into his pockets, and then scanned the room. After a second, he smacked his lips and took a step forward. "Well, now that we're out, I guess this is where we part ways."
