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was in and out until yesterday afternoon, and then he seemed to hunker down for the evening. Then, this morning, FedEx delivered the box I sent him, and nobody answered the door. Since it required a signature, the guy put it back on the truck.
    “My guy got suspicious when this happened. He called Long’s phone number, but there was no answer. Finally, he looked in some windows, and there’s nobody home. His car is still parked outside.”
    “So, he got past your guy?”
    “His place is on the ground floor; he could have left by a back window and called a cab, I guess. This is not good.”
    “No, it’s not. Did the airline’s reservation computer alarm go off?”
    “Nope.”
    “If he booked under a false name, he’d have to show ID at the ticket counter, wouldn’t he?”
    “Yes, but he could have made a reservation under another name and had an e-ticket e-mailed to him.”
    “Have you warned the Leahys?”
    “Yep, and that’s about all we can do for the moment. Carrie is rehearsing at the theater, isn’t she?”
    “Yeah. Since Del Wood owns the theater, they didn’t have to go to a studio.”
    “How many ways in?”
    “Front doors are locked, so the stage door is the only way. There’s a guard there, and we’ve alerted him, but he’s an old guy, and it might not be too hard to get past him.”
    “Keep in touch.” Stone hung up.
     
     
     
    TEN MINUTES LATER, Joan buzzed him. “Carrie Cox on one.”
    “Hello?”
    “What’s going on?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, the Leahys are all over me.”
    “That’s their job.”
    “Has something happened?”
    “Am I interrupting your rehearsal?”
    “No. I’m in the ladies’ room on a break.”
    “Max has disappeared from his apartment, and we don’t know where he is.”
    “Wasn’t somebody watching him?”
    “Apparently, he went out a back window.”
    “Is he on his way to New York?”
    “There was no Delta reservation in his name, but he could already be here, so listen to the Leahys.”
    “How’s the weather?”
    “What?”
    “Between here and Atlanta,” she said.
    “Jesus, I don’t know. When I got up this morning the national forecast was for good weather for the entire East Coast.”
    “Then he’s in his airplane.”
    “He has an airplane?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why didn’t you mention that before?”
    “It didn’t come up.”
    “What kind of airplane?”
    “It’s a King something or other.”
    “A King Air?”
    “Yes.”
    “With two engines?”
    “Right.”
    “What’s the tail number?”
    “N-something,” she said.
    “Every airplane in the United States is N-something.”
    “I don’t remember the rest.”
    “Does he often fly to New York?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “Where does he land?”
    “I don’t know, exactly.”
    “Did you ever fly to New York with him?”
    “Yes.”
    “Where did he land?”
    “I don’t remember.”
    “How did you get from the airport to New York?”
    “In a limo.”
    “Did you go through a tunnel?”
    “No, we went over a bridge, the big one.”
    “The George Washington Bridge?”
    “That’s the one.”
    “Did you land at Teterboro?”
    “Yes, that’s it!”
    “When you got out of the airplane you were at an FBO. Do you remember its name?”
    “You mean, like a terminal?”
    “Like that, but for private aircraft.”
    “What are some FBOs?”
    “Jet Aviation, Meridian Aviation, Atlantic Aviation, Furst Avia . . .”
    “Atlantic, that’s it!”
    “Is that where he always lands?”
    “I guess so.”
    “Is there anything else you haven’t told me about how Max travels?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “How’s your rehearsal going?”
    “We’re just reading through the script right now. Gotta run!” She hung up.
    Stone got on his computer and went to the FAA aircraft registry, then typed in “Max Long” in the search engine. Nothing. Must be owned by a corporation. Stone called Cantor.
    “Cantor.”
    “It’s Stone. Carrie forgot to mention that Max Long