Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"You," Freddie called out. Damned if he could remember the guy's name and he didn't want to think hard enough to remember it. He was the man sleeping with Florence and that was all Freddie knew. All he cared to know. A part of him relaxed now that he'd found the man and another part tensed up all over again because damned if he wasn't a little nervous about what it might mean if the guy didn't know where Anatoly was. ...or Lex, come to think of it. Shouldn't he have run into Lex by now?

"Where's Sergievsky?" He folded his arms across his chest and waited for an answer.