"Seltsam? Sounds German," Alona said.
"Seltsam Way?" Tom asked.
"Could be," Ritchie said.
"That's that cul de sac that ends up behind the theater."
"Oh!" Betty said. "Remember when they rezoned Doege? They put in Vine Avenue and the library and cut off Seltsam, remember? There were those town meetings about it — oh my, that would have to be thirty years ago!"
"That has been a while! I forgot all about that street. Tom, does any other business have access to Seltsam?"
But Tom and Alona had already lost themselves again in each other's eyes.
"Oh for Pete's sake!" Ritchie muttered.
"They make such a wonderful couple," Betty sighed.
"A couple of what is what I'd like to know… Now listen here, Lovebirds!" The Lovebirds turned. "Whatever's going on, the people who are working with this guy," Ritchie said, pointing to the still unconscious Forrester, lying in the corner with a pillow under his head and Betty's second-best afghan over him, "meet at Seltsam. If the only place you can get to from there is that theater, then maybe that's where they are."