"So sorry, mon," came the proud Caribbean voice, "but Mr. Abrams check
out Monday. Early in the morning."
"Right, I know that. But he came back last night, didn't he?"
"No, mon. He say he be coming back, to hold his room, but--"
"He didn't come back?" I felt my palms go icy. Who was going to know
where Sarah and I were? "What do you mean?"
"He not coming back here, mon." The man paused and mumbled something to
another clerk, then came back on. "Nobody seen him since. You want
leave a message, that's okay. But I don't know when--"
"No." I didn't know what to say. The implication was only gradually
sinking in. "No message. Thanks anyway. I'll try back later."
"Any time, mon. No problem."