The silver Hyundai pulled in off Sunset. It groaned with the unmistakable anonymity of a rental car and wedged into a parking spot across from the old apartment house.
Nick watched a small man with improbably long arms retrieve his luggage from the trunk. He moved slowly, as if taxed by stiffness or pain.
Then the Cypriot detective was buzzed through the front door. Nick slipped a GPS tracker onto the silver Hyundai and headed west.
