V02 east coast crisis, p.9
V02 - East Coast Crisis,
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"I tried her home. All night. She hasn't been there. I went over there after I left Myers, and her mail hadn't been picked up. She didn't go home."
"Well, Doc, 1 really don't know what to tell you. We're just an internal security staff. All we found was a mess in her lab. Hell, I've seen labs that looked worse when a strong wind blew through 'em."
"Except for the microscope," George said, his voice tight. "Nobody tosses an instrument worth that much on the floor."
"Yeah, I'll grant you it's strange. But I'm no Dick Tracy. We reported the incident to N.Y.P.D. It's in their hands now,"
"All right, I'll talk to them." Stewart hung up. The coffee sloshed acidly in his stomach.
A few minutes later he hung up again, stymied. It seemed that a person had to be missing at least twenty-four hours before the police would even take a report—what a mess!
He thought hard for a few moments, then reached for the phone once more, dialing 411. When the information operator's voice rang tinnily in his ear, he poised his pencil. "May I have the number of The New York Times, please?"
Chapter 6
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
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