"You've done pretty well so far," said the gentle tone. "Need any help?"
"Yes," said Kintyre. "Get out there and find her."
"I'll do what I can," said Trygve Yamamura.
Kintyre hung up. Guido sat knotted about a kitchen chair. "Well?" he asked raggedly.
"You were listening," said Kintyre. "They've got her. Give me a cigarette."
"My sister," mumbled Guido.
Kintyre barked an obscenity. "Hell of a brother she's got," he said.
He lit up and stalked the kitchen floor. The clock said after eleven. Corinna had been taken—when? Three-plus hours ago, at a guess. But they would have had to find a place to question her. That would give a little time. They could conceivably be en route this minute.
"We're being a pair of prize schtunks," said Guido.
"Hm?" Kintyre threw him a look.