She held onto him, burying her face in his shirt. "I'm just gonna call you next time there's no cabs.."
“Please do,” he murmured, kissing her hair gently. “I don’t know how he figured out that you existed, though. I work really hard to make sure no one knows.”
“I guess,” he said worriedly. “But I don’t tell people where I live, either. I’ll have to be more careful.”
He stood by the window of the apartment for a long time before placing a phone call, going to leave the room. “Monty? Yeah, we need to talk.”