“It’s Stone. Have you heard from Peter Greco this morning?”
“No, we dropped him off at his suite door last evening. I had intended on leaving agents to guard his room, but Greco worried that would bring more attention to his presence. We compromised with leaving a couple agents in the lobby.”
“Then I take it your agents didn’t see him check out early this morning.”
“No, they did not,” Kinder said. “I’ll send my agents up to have a look at his suite. I’ll get back to you.” He hung up.
Joan buzzed again. “Herb Fisher on one for you.”
Stone picked up. “Good morning, Herb.”
“Not yet. What have you done with my associate?”
“Nothing at all.”
“She hasn’t shown up for work this morning, and she didn’t call. Normally, she’s meticulous in her work habits.”
“I saw her last evening when we finished work. That was about ninepm. I’ll see what I can find out.”
He buzzed Joan.
“Yes?”
“Carly is MIA. See if you can find her.”
“Righty-o.” Joan hung up.
Stone buzzed Fred.
“Yes, sir?”
“Have you seen Carly this morning?”
“No, I didn’t drive her anywhere.”
“Is her car still in the garage?”
“It is,” Fred said.
Stone played at working for another hour, then the phone rang.
“Assistant Director Kinder on one.”
Stone picked up. “Tom?”
“My guys went through Greco’s suite with a fine-tooth comb. Nothing to indicate foul play, or anything else.”
“Carly Riggs is out of pocket, too. She should be at Woodman & Weld, but she’s not. If either she or Greco were missing, I’d be concerned. Right now, I’m starting to feel panicky.”
“I’ll put out an APB for our New York office, but that’s not a lot of people on the street.”
“I’ll get back to you,” Stone said. He hung up and dialed Dino.
“Bacchetti.”
“I’ve got two missing persons on my hands,” Stone said.
“Anybody I know?”