"Seven to twelve days."
It hit me, then, like a solid wallop on the jaw. I'd been looking into the future.
"Plenty of time," the Captain said. "But not much to go on." He looked at me. "What do you think?"
"Might be able to identify the man," I said. "He'll be well over six feet—wouldn't surprise me if he were six-eight or nine. He'll have the build of a male gorilla. And he limps slightly with his right foot."
"Not bad. Anything else?"
"It's an apartment or a hotel room," I said. "I'd guess an apartment. The scanner screen by the door means it's either relatively new, or it's been remodeled. The living room has a corner location, with windows on two sides. It's hard to say for certain, but I believe there's an old-fashioned sofa—one of those with a back on it—along the far wall."
Walker slumped into a chair. "You make me feel better," he said. "I thought there was next to nothing to go on."
Captain Marks nodded. "But you missed one thing."
"What's that?"