"His residence is the Solar Hostel, sir. The management reports that he is still in his room, and has not reserved space on any form of long-distance transportation. He has not contacted us, either, and there is a strong probability that he may still be unaware of what's happened."
"How many calls did he make yesterday, either before or after he was here, and to whom?"
"I can get you a list in ten minutes, sir."
"Do that, Mary."
He switched off, sat slapping the edge of his desk with his hand, and switched on again.
"Mary, I want the GenSurvs on the Dovenil area to a depth of ten cubic lights."
"Yes, sir."
"And get me Mr. Mead on the phone, please."
"Yes, sir."
Marlowe's lips pulled back from his teeth as he switched off. He snatched a candy bar out of his drawer, tore the film part way off, then threw it back in the drawer as his desk phone chimed.