The New Sense

Thursday, August 08, 2002

Yes! Yes! Yes! I think we got rid of him! We've outsmarted him! I'm so fucking happy about this. B— 's a clever guy.
We used the same signalling system as two days ago, then B— came into the bar. It was empty except for some girl I've never seen before who was studying, listening to her walkman.
So B— comes in, all excited. I'd let the music end on purpose, so Sean's hidden mike could pick up what we were saying clearly. B— tells me that he's had a breakthrough in the search for his birth mother. I act all excited too. I think I was pretty good. I guess it was good enough, anyway. He says that her married name is Peterson and that she lives in Toronto.
B— then says that he's leaving on the 3 o'clock train to Toronto. He's going to contact all the Peterson's in the phone book once he gets there (we checked — there are loads of them, so it'll keep Sean busy for a while. I act a bit disappointed, ("Oh. You're leaving again. Fine.") and he tries to cheer me up, but doesn't sound very convincing. That was the great part. It really sounded like B— was going to dump me.
Then B— gives me a peck on the cheek and says he'll email me soon. I say, "Sure." and look all depressed for a good 5 minutes after he's left. Sean might have been observing what I was doing, so I had to act pissed off for the next couple of hours.
Now the brilliant part. B— did take the train to Toronto at 3. And Sean followed him. How do I know? Because Christine was watching his door from her apartment across the street. The surveiller surveilled! Or something. He was careful to not walk in front of Olga's window, but Chris told me that he left at 2.10 with a large bag. This is so fucking cool!
And of course B— knew he was being followed, because he called me from a payphone at the station and I told him. Then he managed the double-back to perfection. Apparently it was just like in a movie! He made sure he was at the front of the train so that he could get out of the station in Toronto as quick as possible. At street level he just jumped in a cab and told the driver he was being followed and to make sure he lost the pursuers. B— said that the cabbie was really into it! After driving around for a half an hour he dropped B— at the bus station. No Sean in sight. B— phoned me from there to tell me he'd be on the overnight bus back and that he'd see me first thing in the morning.
Now we know that Sean has left town. And what's more, the wild goose chase for Mrs. Peterson might eat up quite some time. The best thing is, he won't be able to be sure that B— isn't in Toronto, even if he can't find him. Toronto's bigger than Montreal, after all.
I'm so excited, I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight.

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