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back there. She might want to go directly to the airport or the bus
station. We should find out if she's taken her luggage."
Boo raised his fair eyebrows. "Maybe that ought to've been our first
stop. I wasn't even thinkin' when we came running' out of the
Superdome." He looked so chagrined that Liz felt sorry for him.
"To tell you the truth," Liz said, "neither was I. That can't be helped
now." Boo-Boo recovered quickly, and gave her his brilliant smile.
They were equals again. Partners. A small benefit to come out of this
awful mission. Only, he had to remember thatshe was in charge .
* * *
The tall, blond manager of the Royal Sonesta Hotel came bustling out
to greet the two agents waiting at the lobby desk at the summons of
one of the uniformed clerks.
"Does one of our guests need help?" he asked in a discreet undertone
as soon as he reached them. "Does . . . she need help?"
"Not she," Liz said, "but one of her employees. Ms. Unterburger.
Roberta Unterburger."
The manager and the attractive clerk behind the desk frowned.
"I'm not certain I recall her," the clerk said.
"She's kind of an everyday-looking person," Boo explained,
producing the photograph. "It's important that we find her pretty
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quickly."
"She might be ill," Liz explained, hoping they wouldn't ask for details.
"Well, we'll be happy to call a doctor if she needs one," the manager
said, friendly and ready to help.
"It's a serious condition," Liz said hastily, thinking of the poor doctor
who might encounter a wild magical talent without warning.
"We have some fine medical facilities in this town," the manager said.
"Why, Tulane Univ "
"Can we check her room?" Boo-Boo asked. "As I recall, she's sharin'
room 2153 with another woman who works for Ms. Kenmare. She
might have come in without anyone noticin' her. She's kind of a shy
young lady."
"Certainly," the manager said. He disappeared into his office and
emerged with a set of passkeys. "Just in case she's collapsed."
Liz shot a look at her associate. They couldn't be that lucky to find
Robbie present and unconscious.
They stopped a maid in the hallway to ask if anyone was in room
2153. The woman shook her head. The manager knocked on the door.
When no one answered, he used his passkey to open the room. Liz
was relieved to see the ordinary clutter of two women sharing
temporary living quarters. Heaps of garments stood on the bed and
the dresser. The luggage piled in the closet seemed of sufficient
quantity for two. Liz checked the name tags. Some of them belonged
to Robbie. Liz opened them, and found them empty. Thank heavens,
the girl hadn't packed up her bags and disappeared out of town. Not
yet.
The manager was watching with keen interest as the two agents
inspected the room. Liz finally had to admit there wasn't a single clue
that would tell them where Robbie would go if she felt troubled.
"I think we've learned what we can," she said. "Thank you for your
assistance."
"Always happy to be of service to our guests," the manager said, with
a bow, but Liz knew he was thinking of Fionna.
"We need to get Ms. Robbie to a specialist. Just let us know if she
comes back here." Boo grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from the
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nightstand, and scribbled his cell telephone number on it. He handed
the slip to the manager. "We shouldn't let her leave on her own. It
could be very serious. If you'll just have her call us the moment she
shows up."
"I'd be happy to," the manager said, tucking the piece of paper into
his breast pocket. "You can count on us."
"I never doubted it," Boo said.
Boo left the same message and his telephone number with the
doorman.
"That's about all we can do here," he told Liz. "Should we keep on
searchin'?"
"The concert isn't long from now," Liz pointed out, checking her
watch. "We'd better go back to the Superdome. We know the target is
Fee. We ought to be there to protect her."
"And hope there aren't any fresh booby traps waitin' for us when we
get there," Boo said, raising a hand for a taxi.
* * *
Feeling considerably more comfortable under the influence of alcohol
and Ken's friendly overtures, Robbie reeled off into a catalogue of
adolescent complaints about Fionna. Her looks, her habits, her
money and fame were all reprehensible and unfair. How dare she be
tall and beautiful and rich and talented? What right did she have to
get all those clothes handed to her as though she was some kind of
princess or something? What could fate have been thinking, sending
all those millions of people to swoon at her feet? Especially a man like
Lloyd, who ought to see past the makeup and the phony exterior?
Didn't he know that that green hair was dyed?
Ken nodded and smiled at the right places, all the while keeping one
eye on the clock. He had to get her back into the Superdome,
reconnect with the machinery somehow and get it turned on and
running, and avoid getting thrown out until he caused the chaos he
had been hired to cause. Mr. Kingston had a lot at stake, and he
wasn't going to take any excuses if Ken failed. He ought to get her
moving soon.Not yet, he thought,but soon . She was still too skittish
to react the way he wanted her to. In the meantime, he needed to keep
her talking.
"If Fionna was out of the way, then he'd notice you. You're . . ." Ken
swallowed, trying to think of a compliment. He had never really
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studied her before as a person. He hadn't thought much about her
except how easily she responded to suggestion and magical
manipulation. Robbie didn't inspire poetry, or even much thought
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