Dumas snickered when Chester made his crack about White hiding a lovely lady.  Although that would be a perfectly legitimate excuse for not wanting any of them inside his apartment, Dumas suspected that the real truth lay somewhere else.  White probably feared that they’d steal the silverware or piss in his swimming pool.  But it didn’t matter.  Dumas trusted White a little bit.  And he trusted Chester a great deal.  However, right now, he didn’t trust anyone else with Mari’s safety.<br/><br/>“I really think I should stay with you,” Dumas pressed, overriding Mari’s objections.  “A tracking system would tell us where you are, but it wouldn’t  tell us if you’re in danger.  That’s not good enough.”  Smiling, Dumas gave Mari’s hair a playful ruffle.  “Besides, living in the club will drastically reduce my commute time.  I’ll be able to sleep late.”<br/><br/>Reluctantly releasing Mari, Dumas got back to his feet.  “Rest as long as you need to," he instructed her.  "Then we’ll call a cab and get you home.”<br/><br/>Next, Dumas turned toward Chester.  Taking the stolen phone from his pocket, he tossed it to the magician.  “Work your magic on this.  Any references to someone named ‘Donovan” may be particularly relevant.”