Peter arrived fifteen minutes later, victim to the tragedy of traffic congestion. According to Jones, Peter's home was nearby, just a 15-minute drive away in the relatively congested conditions of Manhattan. As for Jones's apartment, it was a 15-minute walk to work, which roughly illustrates the comparative distances.
Peter parked the car outside the police cordon, then took his FBI credentials and walked inside the cordon to join Jimmy.
By that time, Jimmy had already brought over the two bags of items he had purchased from the corner. Now he was leaning against the trunk of a car on the side of the road, watching the NYPD clean up the scene. They were meticulous in their work; they checked for bullet holes in parked cars and on the walls beside the road; back in Small Stone City, they didn't bother with such thorough checks—in fact, Jimmy had never done this kind of scene investigation.