 Why does Gabe travel to seedy places?
There was a short man standing next to the pair—young, as most men and women were in that time, thanks to the science which could stave off decay, though not death—but with no other apparent physical virtue, for plastic surgery had not fulfilled its bright promise of the twentieth century. "You must allow me to pay your cleaning bill," Gabe said, taking out his wallet and extracting several credit notes without seeming to look at them. And that, coming on top of Gabriel Lockard's spectacular appearance, was too much. There he inserted a coin in a locker, into which he put most of his personal possessions, reserving only a sum of money. As a matter of fact, no real identification was possible, for he was no one and had been no one for years. Each time it happens, there's a ... well, there's no experience to match it at a thrill-mill." Gabe Lockard was in no condition to drive the helicar. To the girl's indignation, the stranger not only hauled Gabe out onto the dripping grass first, but stopped and deliberately examined the young man by the light of his minilume, almost as if she weren't there at all. Only when she started to struggle out by herself did he seem to remember her existence. "I don't know who he is," Gabe said almost merrily, "except that he's no friend of mine. Only he isn't a retail milgot dealer any more; the poor fellow went bankrupt a couple of weeks ago, and now he isn't ... anything." "I have plenty of money, thank you, Mrs. Gabriel Lockard.... He then requested a taxi driver to take him to the nearest zarquil game. Perhaps he was more hardened than the others had been; perhaps he was unaware that the fat man was not a desperate or despairing individual seeking one last chance, but what was known colloquially as a flying dutchman, a man, or woman, who went from one zarquil game to another, loving the thrill of the sport, if you could call it that, for its own sake, and not for the futile hope it extended and which was its sole shred of claim to moral justification. Actually the phrase was more appropriate to zarquil than to most of the other activities to which it was commonly applied.
 he thinks he can escape from his "bodyguard"
 so he can play more zarquil  he thinks he can escape from his "bodyguard"  it's what his wife is comfortable with  it's the only places he can afford