"Unauthorized use? So the card was lost at some point?
Of course, sir, let me pull that up for you right away."
The young receptionist accepted the card without suspicion, scanned the barcode, and brought up the account history.
"...You can relax, sir, there's no recent activity on this card. The last visit was in the first week of last month."
He turned the screen around. A column of transaction records, and at the very top, the registration information, name and address included.
Raphael didn't bother with the name. He had no interest in learning the stalker's name. He noted the address, nodded once, and turned to go.
"By the way, your membership is coming up for renewal soon, we're currently running a promotion, if you'd be interested..."
The receptionist's professional instincts had already kicked in. Raphael waved a hand. Maybe next time.
He left the gym and asked a few passersby for directions. The address was close, walking distance.
