Johnny entered the scene with the crying woman and for a moment his brain connected it to what he'd seen downstairs with Rob. But he soon realized that Max had more likely gotten information that they needed, which hadn't been filled with pleasant memories. Crying was only natural in that case.
He gave a soft nod to Max's question, not wanting to bring it out while they were still inside. It would be just his luck for somebody to overhear, and then they'd all be on the police shit list. It would be wasted time.
"None of the girls could suit him." Johnny said loud enough to be overheard. "You know he has those ideals of Shakespearean perfection. From what I could see, not one was a suitable Ophelia."
Johnny placed the hat he'd found to replace his usual upon his head as they walked out the door. He dipped it once in thanks to the madam. Even though he hadn't really touched the girl, he had ended up throwing her onto the bed. He could only imagine what she'd thought was going to happen next. Thankfully Max had been there.
As soon as they were outside, Johnny began to fish around in his pockets for the paper. He managed to make it around the corner of the building before revealing it to Max, but only just bared.
"Rob?" He didn't shout it, so he hoped the kid was close enough to hear.