Business was business, Frankie reasoned; it shouldn't matter if he was at the pawn shop or meeting up with someone after hours. In fact, he thought, it was that much easier to do things away from the Gold Mine, where he always had to duck the cameras and dodge the owner, Boyd, should he ever decide to turn up when the mood struck him. Besides, it would look suspicious of Frankie himself put in any extra hours. He'd been pretty adamant about keeping a part time schedule when he took the job, after all.
Anyone who called New York 'the city that never sleeps' had seriously underestimated Las Vegas. It thrummed with constant energy, neon lights blazing long into the night and the streets constantly crowded with tourists. Perfect place to get lost. Perfect place to do business.
He spotted the girl as he walked along -- because anyone younger than him was a girl or a kid or a fetus these days -- checking her phone and decided she must the one he was looking for. He paused, waiting to catch her attention, and called out a polite, "Hey."