Frantically, Benny threw the car into gear and it fairly leaped away from the curb. Toffee stood for a moment staring after them; she could have sworn she'd heard a strangled sobbing sound echo back from the car as it sped away. She turned and started up the steps to the station.
She walked to the door and was just about to shove it open when her gaze went to the stack of newspapers lying to one side of the entrance. She looked at the headline: PILLSWORTH DISAPPEARANCE SHROUDED IN MYSTERY! She picked up one of the papers, folded it quickly under her arm, and continued inside.
Finding herself in a hallway, she paused uncertainly. Then a door at the end of the hall opened and a large man in a blue uniform moved into view. She ran forward.
"Look!" she cried. "Maybe you can help me. I want to speak to someone about Marc Pillsworth. I know where he is."
The officer swung about abruptly. "Marc Pillsworth?" Toffee nodded. "Come with me."
"We'd better hurry, though," Toffee said. "I may not have much time."
The officer led her rapidly down the corridor, up a flight of steps, along another hallway, and finally stopped before an unmarked door.
"Come on in here," he said. He opened the door and held it back for her.
But suddenly Toffee had stopped and a curious look of panic came into her eyes.
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "Oh, Marc! Not just yet!"