The two tall, upright men walked through the arrivals terminal at New York City's J.F. Kennedy airport. One man in a formal dress walked upright and intimidated, while the figure next to him was wearing casual home clothes combined with a black leather jacket.
The duo caught the attention of some women at the terminal. A man in formal attire enters a coffee-shop and orders an espresso, a double-espresso - a tough day for both, only matched by a strong, bitter espresso.
"Straight to Sessanta?" Asked the man in black offering a direct trip to the apartment in question.
"Yep .." Jacob said and drank his espresso.
"What is your plan?" Roderick asked curiously, the two of them exiting the coffee shop and stopping the taxi.
"Sessanta Apartment, 3rd Avenue," Roderick said quickly as the two of them sat in the passenger seat of a taxi driven by an old man with a bushy mustache. The man nodded in understanding and carried out the taxi.
"So?" Roderick repeated to Jacob, still curious about the answer to the genius who have won all cases. He wanted to understand, how Jacob's brain worked on this case.
"I don't know ... But ... I have a feeling this is premeditated murder - and Margy has a bit of a role," Jacob explained, leaning against the leather seats of the taxi they were in.
He took another sip of coffee and closed his eyes tightly. "That snake!! I'll teach her a lesson!!" He spatted.
"But ... You said yourself, Margy used the toilet in the morning and was out shopping all day." Roderick was silent and tried to process what he said, trying to read his friend's mindset that he never managed to guess.
"It's inside ... Here." Jacob pointed to his head and smiled ominously. He was not willing to explain what was inside his head. Too complicated.
The two were silent when their taxi stopped at a fairly luxurious apartment in the heart of New York.
"Could you wait for us here?" Jacob asked the taxi driver to wait for them, which was finally accepted by the driver and promised to park the taxi not far from the entrance.
Roderick looked suspiciously at his friend, still annoyed and curious about his friend. Roderick coded the driver not to wait with his hands and mouth, which Jacob, fortunately, was not aware of.
"Today's going to be a long day," thought Roderick and sighed softly following Jacob's footsteps who had entered the entrance to the apartment building he was looking for.
Jacob walked quietly into the apartment and toward the reception desk. He will cast his charms on the girl at the table.
"Good Day .." said Jacob to a blonde woman wearing a bright red blazer with full makeup, sitting behind the reception desk. Tempting girl.
For a moment the woman frowned in confusion, but within seconds of his perfect smile, she touched her lower mouth with her tongue - a provocative act - and again Jacob never failed with his charm.
"Good day ... May I help you, sir?" The blonde woman flirted with her nasal voice, she got up from the chair and puffed herself forward. Jacob looked at the woman's highlighted asset with a wink.
"My friend Allison left something for Miss Margareth, who is currently occupying Allison's apartment - but, stupidly she ..." said Jacob hanging while brushing his smooth hair with his right hand which successfully distracted the receptionist.
"She forgot to tell me where her apartment was," Jacob spoke fluently and continued to look at the blonde seductively.
"Oooh ... I think ... I think I can help you, just a moment ..." The woman said and typed the computer in front of her, "Allison Ford ... 14th floor, first door on the left," she said smiling and squinting her eyes... several times.
"Thanks .." Jacob said and briefly held the blonde woman's hand.
Jacob and Roderick headed for the elevator with the final goal of the 14th floor - Allison's apartment in the first door on the left.
"What's the skinship for?" Whispered Roderick as they got in the elevator.
"For future reference," Jacob replied with a sly smile, "maybe we'll come here a lot ... So, call it a connection?"
The two of them stood silently in the elevator that was speeding up to the 14th floor. When the two of them arrived at the floor they were traveling to, Jacob and Roderick walked over to the door of Allison's apartment which was currently occupied by Margy.
Jacob knocked twice on the door, he stood slightly sideways so he could not be seen from the loop-hole.
"Yeah ... Hold on," answered a voice from inside, which Jacob recognized as Margy's voice.
The next few seconds, the door opened and revealed the figure of Margy wearing brown bear pajamas.
"Hi ... Margy," Jacob said and walked into the apartment, without permission. Margy is still surprised by her guest and stands nailing the door with her mouth open.
"Come on in ..." Jacob said when he was casually sitting on the big sofa with the letter "L". Jacob felt very comfortable and smiled broadly at Margy.
"You .... !!" Margy shouted, realized in her reverie, and walked over to Jacob and Roderick, who was currently sitting side by side.
"Sit down Margy! We have to talk!" Jacob said, pointing to the small white sofa in front of him.
"You!! Talk?? You used me!!" Shouted Margy accusing Jacob with her face flushed with anger.
"Sit down Margy!! If when we are together you call me using naughty pet name and now you said I used you...I think you should try to remember who asked for the second round." Jacob smiled slyly at Margy.
The young woman, without any make-up, was dumbfounded again by the words of the man in front of her. Meanwhile, Roderick got up from the sofa and looked through the apartment.
"I think I'm going to get tired of saying it, or you're just so stupid for not understanding what I said," Jacob said and cleared his throat, "sit down!"
Margy sat directly in front of Jacob and lowered her gaze.
"What do you want?" Margy ventured into Jacob's sharp eyes watching his every move.
"You!!" Jacob answered quickly, and it was successful in making the other two people in the room turn to him in confusion.
"You mean?" Margy asked in a squeaky voice.
"You Margy, I want to save you! You are the main witness as well as the prime suspect in the Greg Richardson case!" Jacob explained.
"But I didn't kill him!" Margy replied in shock and disbelief at Jacob's accusation.
"Nobody believes in you Margy, Raline Richardson asked for her husband's death to be thoroughly investigated. You are the person she most suspects."
"But ...." Protested Margy. She could not believe what she heard.
"You are his affair, Raline naturally hates you with or without her husband's death. You are the prime suspect !!" Jacob exclaimed firmly and looked Margy straight into the eyes, hoping the woman in front of him understood what he was saying. A woman with round eyes and a full physique, which managed to make Jacob, the genius lawyer, get excited about her.