Decker didn’t bother to correct the misconception. “How’d you find out her name?”

“She introduced herself. She told us she was staying here for a while for rest and relaxation. I’m so sorry she’s…”

Decker nodded. “Did she ever seem preoccupied…worried?”

“Not so far as I could tell. She was always friendly.”

“Did you ever see her with anyone other than her son?”

A silver Rolls-Royce Phantom drove up to the station. Skylar excused himself, greeted the driver, and parked the grande dame in a coveted spot. He came back a moment later. “What did you ask me?” Decker repeated the question and the valet gave it some thought. “No, I don’t remember seeing her with anyone other than the boy. He’s about fifteen, right?”

“About.”

“Quiet kid. She used to chat us up, saying things like ‘Hey, Skylar, how are the auditions going?’ or ‘When am I going to see your name in lights?’ Just stuff to let us know that she regarded us as human. The son…” The valet thought a moment. “His name was Dave?”

“Gabe.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

A classic red Ferrari roared into the parking lot. Skylar was there with the ticket and a smile. After he parked the bucking horse, he jogged back to Decker. “The kid was quiet. Whenever his mother made small talk, he’d stand there looking embarrassed…you know, like teens get when they’re around their parents. He was a good-looking boy.” He snapped his fingers. “He played the piano.”

“How’d you find that out?”

“We have a piano in our main hall. The management would let him play it when no one was around. I heard him a couple of times. Man, he was unbelievable—a real pro.” Skylar’s expression became perplexed. “She’s really missing?”

“At the moment, we’re trying to locate her.”

“What about Gabe?”

“He’s being cared for.” Decker showed him a picture of Donatti. “What about this man? Have you ever seen him before?”

Skylar studied the face. “I might have seen him a couple of days ago.”

“That would be what? Saturday? Sunday?”

“Maybe Sunday.”

“Do you remember what time?”

“Maybe around noon. We have brunch then and it’s usually pretty busy with the cars. I don’t think he had a car. He probably self-parked.”

“Do you give out tickets for the self-parked cars?”

“Yeah, but not for long-term guests. If that’s the case, you get charged daily on your room, so what would be the point of the ticket?”

“But for someone using the restaurant, say. He’s get a ticket?”

“Yeah, most likely.”

“Take a look at the picture again. Can you tell me anything about him.”

Skylar stared at the photograph. “He was tall…carrying flowers maybe?”

That was Chris. “Did you see him leave?”