Of course there are cops today. Why wouldn't there be? Things never went according to plan or easily for Jimmy, and this is clearly no different. Not that he's anything more than a law abiding citizen and a tenant who is paid up on rent and in good standing, no sir. But he's a known entity to the cops, as a defense attorney, and nosy as they are, he can't imagine one or two of them won't take note of him.

He scrubs his face, groaning in annoyance, before making up his mind and composing himself. He has no real choice but to risk it. He wouldn't say he's good friends with Mike by any means--he doesn't even know if Mike has friends with his cantankerous attitude and dislike of small talk and.... well, any talk--but he knows the guy well enough by now. And he knows he won't put up with late people.

With a pleasant greeting to Mrs. Nguyen and her salon ladies, Jimmy makes his way out of the salon, going for a totally non suspicious normal healthy lunchtime walk. In the opposite direction of the cops. He glances at the road, looking for any sign of Mike's old car, but so far nothing. Maybe he's the early one this time, who would've thunk it.