That evening, Aiden stood at the deserted alley entrance and said goodbye to Deborah, "This is where we part ways; I'm going this way."
"Is a gentleman as elegant as you not going to escort me to my place?" Deborah asked with a smile, "Or should I accompany you for a while?"
"Our accommodations have probably been sniffed out by the major newspapers by now; wouldn't it be walking right into a trap if we both showed up together?" Aiden shrugged.
"Actually, we could find another hotel to stay at..." Deborah smiled, but when she noticed Aiden's odd expression, she quickly added, "Of course, I'm just kidding. I'm not that frivolous."
"In any case, let's proceed with the investigation through our respective networks of information," Aiden began to instruct, "We'll exchange intelligence when we meet next. For communication, just drop it in my mailbox and remember..."
"Remember to disguise myself, yes, I understand," Deborah nodded in agreement.
