Fletcher and Neiman in collision.

Festive hotel room assignations with Fletcher and Neiman.

He's letting him in. He'll use this like he's used every scrap of information Andrew has given him. This is a mistake.

(Fletcher walks him home from the jazz club. Andrew invites him in, to talk.)

How to be found, willing or unwilling.

How to disappear and never be found again.

Andrew makes for a bad date, even when he's not the one paying. Fletcher is determined to drag him all over New York or die trying.

Fletcher hates playing piano at weddings. Neiman hates this specific wedding, and he's the best man. So they've got that going for them.

(Written for Comorbidities' prompt on Tumblr and Stars' "Take Me To The Riot": saturday nights in neon lights, sunday in the cell.)

Ten years in and Fletcher is dead. Neiman isn't far behind him.