As Lily pirouettes and performs, Danny nudges me. "This is Lily's last turn. She'll be wrapping up soon."
"What then?"
"She'll go home, I suppose."
"Cab?"
"No, she walks."
"Walks? Three in the morning with a serial killer on the loose, and she walks?"
Danny shrugs. "Cabs are expensive. None of us makes a lot doing this." Then, defensively, "She doesn't walk alone. She and Ginny go together."
I jerk my chin back toward Lily's watcher. "And what's his pattern when she's done?"
"He usually drinks up and leaves just after Lily finishes." Leaning back against the bar, surreptitiously, I catch Klempner's eye, but tap into my phone messenger.
Danny glances in. "What are you doing?"
"Calling a cab." But I drop her a wink, sliding eyes toward Klempner.
Lily finishes next few minutes. Danny says Hoodie leaves soon after. Lily walks home with another girl
Across the room, Klempner looks down to his cupped hand, looks up at me, then taps in.
A moment later my screen flashes a reply.