Andrew!" The hall echoed with the sound of his name.
He could hear the audience applauding as he walked across the stage to receive his award from King Carl XVI Gustav of Sweden. As he reached for the Nobel Prize, someone started cursing him.
"Andrew, you son of a bitch-get in here." The Stockholm concert hall shimmered away and Andrew was in his office. Tanner was calling him.
He needs me, Andrew thought happily. He slowly rose and walked into his brother's office.
"I'm here," Andrew said.
"Yes, I see that," Tanner snapped. "Sit down." Andrew took a chair.
"I have a few things to teach you, big brother. Divide and conquer." There was a note of satisfaction in Tanner's voice. "I have Diane Stevens thinking that the Mafia killed her husband, and Kelly Harris is worried about a nonexistent Olga. Understand?" Andrew said vaguely, "Yes, Tanner." Tanner patted his brother on the shoulder. "You're a perfect sounding board for me, Andrew. There are things I want to talk about that I can't discuss with anyone else. But I can tell you anything, because you're too stupid to understand." He looked into Andrew's vacant eyes. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." Tanner was suddenly all-business. "We have a problem to solve. Two women have disappeared.
They know we're looking for them, to kill them, and they're trying to stay out of sight. Where would they go to hide, Andrew?" Andrew looked at his brother for a moment. "I-I don't know." "There are two ways to find out. First, we'll try the Cartesian method, logic, building our solution one step at a time. Let's reason it out." Andrew looked at him and said vacuously, "Whatever you say? Tanner began to pace. "They won't return to the Stevens apartment because that's too dangerouswe're having it watched. We know that Kelly Harris doesn't have any close friends in the States because she's lived in Paris for so long, so she wouldn't trust anyone here to protect her." He looked at his brother. "Are you following me?" Andrew blinked. "I-yes, Tanner." "Now, would Diane Stevens go to friends for help? I don't think so. It might jeopardize them. Another alternative is for them to go to the police with their story, but they know they would be laughed at. So, what could their next step be?" He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then went on. "Obviously they would have considered the airports and train stations and bus stations, but they would know we're having them watched. So where does that leave us?" "I-I-whatever you say, Tanner." "It leaves us with a hotel, Andrew. They need a hotel to hide in. But what kind of hotel? These are two terrified women running for their lives. You see, no matter which one they choose, they'll figure we might have connections there, and they'll be exposed. They won't feel safe.
Do you remember Sonja Verbrugge in Berlin? We finessed her with that instant message on her computer. She went to the Artemisia Hotel because it was for women only, so she thought she would be safe. Well, I think Mesdames Stevens and Harris would feel the same way. So where would that leave us?" He turned to look at his brother again. Andrew's eyes were closed. He was asleep. Furious, Tanner walked over to him and slapped him hard across his face.
Andrew jerked awake. "What-?" "Pay attention when I'm talking to you, you cretin." "I-I'm sorry, Tanner. I was just-" Tanner turned to a computer. "Now, let's see what women's hotels there are in Manhattan." Tanner did a quick search on the Internet and printed out the results. He read the names aloud.
"The El Carmelo Residence on West Fourteenth Street?Centro Maria Residence on West Fifty-fourth Street?The Parkside Evangeline on Gramercy South, and the Wilton Hotel for Women." He looked up and smiled. "That's where Cartesian logic tells us they might be, Andrew.
Now let's see what technology tells us." Tanner walked over to the painting of a landscape on the wall, reached behind it, and pressed a concealed button. A section of the wall slid open, revealing a television screen with a computerized map of Manhattan.
"Do you remember what this is, Andrew? You used to operate this equipment. In fact, you were so good at it, I was jealous of you. It's a Global Positioning System. With this, we can locate anyone in the world. Remember?" Andrew nodded, fighting to stay awake.
"When the ladies left my office, I gave each of them my business card. The cards have microdot computer chips about the size of a grain of sand imbedded in them.
That signal is picked up by satellite, and when the Global Positioning System is activated, it pinpoints their exact location." He turned to his brother. "Do you understand?" Andrew swallowed. "I-I-yes, Tanner." Tanner turned back to the screen. He pressed a second button. Tiny lights began to flash on the map and started downward. It slowed at a small area, then flowed ahead again. A moving pinpoint of red light swept along a street, going so slowly that the names of businesses were clearly visible.
Tanner pointed. "That's West Fourteenth Street." The red light kept moving.
"There's the Tequila Restaurant?a pharmacy?Saint Vincent's Hospital?
Banana Republic?Our Lady of Guadalupe Church." The light stopped. A note of victory came into Tanner's voice. "And there's the Wilton Hotel for Women. That confirms my logic. I was right, you see." Andrew licked his lips. "Yes. You were right? Tanner looked at Andrew. "You may go now." He picked up his cell phone and dialed. "Mr. Flint, they're at the Wilton Hotel on West Thirty-fourth Street." He turned off the phone. He looked up and saw Andrew standing in the doorway. "What is it?" Tanner asked impatiently.