Chapter 35

“I’m sorry,” he began, his voice weak, quivery. “You have to believe me. I have no idea where he is.” Briefly he considered commiserating with the doctor, telling her that he too had been duped out of money by Jay. “I wish I did.” He tried to gather some spit in his mouth and swallow. “I have to go now.” He hurried from the office without waiting for the doctor to reply.

It was a short taxi ride to Jay’s Chicago apartment.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” This wasn’t the doorman Hunter was used to seeing. He couldn’t be bothered, though, with pleasantries or introductions.

“Where’s Jay?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Hunter sighed, exasperated. “Jay Blackstock, in 603.”

“Okay, 603…603.” The doorman ran his finger down the listings. “Ah…here it is. Dr. Jay Blackstock.”

Hunter felt something like relief. Jay would be upstairs. He would explain everything.

The doorman stared at him. “He moved out a week ago.”