But how to get in?
Then he remembered that Ally had been given the key by Kristen's spacey subtenant, Cindy, the one who was renting the ground‑floor apartment. Did she leave that key at her CitiSpace office or did she put it on her key ring?
Her car keys were lying on the table by the door, where he'd tossed them last night. He walked over and checked them out. There were several house keys on the ring in addition to her Toyota keys. Could she have put Kristen's key on the ring too? Or did she stash it in her desk at CitiSpace?
Swing by the apartment and try these, he decided Maybe I'll get lucky.
As he headed for the shower, a cup of black Jamaican coffee in hand, he thought again about the last thing Alexa's good‑for‑nothing brother, Grant, had said, something about how Alexa was their "best shot." Whatever that meant, it couldn't be good.
By nine o'clock he had showered, shaved, and was in Ally's Toyota headed for West Eleventh Street. As he turned right on Fourteenth, he had a fresh idea.
Kristen's phone was still working, at least as of yesterday. So did she have speed dial, a memory bank of numbers? That could be a gold mine of the people closest to her. But if not, there were other tricks, ways of getting phone information. There might even be information in the phone itself: who do you get on "redial" and who do you get with *69, the last number that dialed in?
The last number that dialed in would probably be the Japanese guy who left a message and then kidnapped her. But the last call out could be interesting.
He had a nagging feeling that this wasn't the best way to be spending his morning, but he couldn't immediately think of anything else.
West Eleventh Street was comparatively empty, so he had no trouble securing a parking space. After he'd turned off the engine, he looked at Ally's key set again. Well, there were four other keys on it besides the Toyota keys. Give it a shot.