The place appeared staged for max sale, done up in good taste, but very generic. The color scheme was muted. The furniture included a taupe Ultrasuede sofa, a teakwood coffee table, and an armchair and ottoman. Off to the side was a dining table with four upholstered chairs. A freestanding bookcase held paperbacks, DVDs, and professional nursing books. Scattered among the shelves were candles and a half-dozen very well-focused nature photos. A distinct lack of any personality, with nothing to suggest that Mandy had a mother, father, sibs, or friends.

The kitchen was small and spotless—clean sink, clean counters. Oliver opened the fridge. “There’s a salad bag in the crisper.” He took it out and regarded the greens. “Still good.” He took down a carton of milk. “This still has a week to go.”

“Anything else in there?” Marge asked while checking cupboards.

“Coffee, condiments, a package of baloney.” He closed the door. “Not a whole lot to make a meal. Maybe she ate at the hospital.”

“From what we’ve been told, she spent a lot of time there. Did you call the hospital again to make sure she hasn’t shown up?”

“Yes, I called, and no, she hasn’t clocked in for work.” Oliver leaned against the fridge. “She’s only been gone for a little over a day. Can’t really call it a missing person case. No one called it in.”

Marge thought a moment. “Mandy was way down on our suspect list until she lied to us. And there’s the video. What was she doing on the emergency vehicle dock?”

“Is it her?”

“I think so, but I’m not proof-positive.” Marge shrugged. “We have a few good reasons for wanting to talk to her. So even if no one’s reporting her missing, we still need to find her.”

“Well, wherever she is, we’re not getting any answers in the apartment.”

“We’ve still got the bathroom and bedroom.” Marge stepped into the only lavatory in the condo. It, like the rest of the living quarters, was tidy and clean. No unusual drugs in the medicine cabinet—Advil, Tylenol, bandages, Neosporin, one percent corticosteroid cream, toothpaste, dental floss, and a nail file. The one thing that Marge did notice was that almost everything in the cabinet was sample-size packets instead of retail bottles. One of the perks of working in a hospital: free drugs. The towels were hung neatly, the bathtub and toilet were clean.