Walk away from the sun, come slowly undone

He gently strokes her hair when she puts her head in his lap and dials the number on the card. After a minute or so, the phone rings. "Detective, this is Miss Collin's fiance. I am taking her to my apartment. Yes, I have a residence in New York." He gives the man his address, then clicks off the blackberry. He continues to stroke her hair, letting her relax. He thumbs the comm to the driver and says something in Japanese that Salome doesn't recognize. The car continues on, taking a detour through Central Park to add a little more time.