But how could two wheels catch up with four? Soon enough, his car was out of sight.
Just as I was feeling desperate, a small car stopped in front of me.
The window rolled down to reveal Jimmy's face.
"Get in."
Without asking why he was there, I abandoned the bike and got into his car.
But even with this brief delay, York's car was lost in the traffic.
I then remembered the address from the tech department and directed Jimmy to head there.
Sure enough, we spotted York's car at the entrance of a high-end villa district.
Visitors had to register and get confirmation from a resident to enter.
We were stopped at the gate.
"I'll handle this," Jimmy said, heading to the security office.
After a while, a chubby security chief escorted him out with a smile, opened the gate for us, and even provided York's house number.
Parking the car, we hid in the greenery next to York's house, using an apple tree for cover.
Our eyes fixed on the tightly shut villa door.
"How did you convince the security chief?" I asked Jimmy, trying to ease my nerves.
"Take a guess." He handed me a bottle of water.
I waved it off, indicating I didn't want any.
He opened it and drank himself.