The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, my.” She twittered and looked toward the mostly vacant waiting room. “I feel like I’m in a James Bond movie.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” Jethro asked, the accent in full force.

She blushed a beet red. “Oh, that’s perfect.” She dialed and spoke for several seconds to somebody named Nancy. Then she frowned and hung up the phone. “Well, this is odd.”

Oh, shit. Angus took a step toward her. “What’s odd?”

“Dr. Shelman has been off work since Friday morning and she didn’t show up for her shift this morning. Nancy is quite worried. They’ve called the doctor’s apartment several times but haven’t heard anything.” Before the woman finished speaking, Angus was already halfway out the door.

He sped into a full-out run for the car with Jethro on his heels. “We have to get to her place. Now.” Angus pushed his bulk inside the car and flipped through the file folder for an address. He knew how to get there but couldn’t remember the apartment number. Then he barked out the address while Jethro sped out of the lot.

Jethro wove in and out of traffic, pushing the pedal and breaking the law. Finally they screeched to a stop in front of a modest brick apartment building.

Angus was out of the car before the engine had silenced, running up two flights of stairs to door number six. The memory of the tall blonde with the intelligent eyes flashed across his mind, spurring him on. He knocked on the door while trying to peer through a break in the curtains on the front window. The room beyond was dark.

He tried the knob.

Locked.

“Hold on, Jethro.” Angus turned around and back-kicked the door. It flew open with a crash and collided with the wall on the other side. Angus drew his weapon from beneath his jacket and went in low, while Jethro went high.

Silence. The cold and dusty kind.

He flipped on a light with his elbow and motioned Jethro to the left, toward a living room and an open doorway. Jethro nodded, his movements silent and his gun out.

Angus continued along the wall toward the open kitchen, where he turned right down another hallway to search a master bedroom and bathroom. He returned to the living room. “Clear.”

Jethro emerged from the other doorway. “Office and guest bathroom are clear.”

Angus looked over the kitchen counter to see a clean floor. There were two dishes in the sink: a plate and a coffee mug.

Jethro studied the room. “Nothing is out of place and I don’t see any sign of a struggle.”