Kalinsky. Haven't seen him since, uh, since I guess right after Miss Highland." "You mean since right after dinner." "Yes sir, it—well, I guess more like about nine-thirty. He was looking for her—Miss Highland—asked me if she'd come through. Because by then the party had moved out here, you know, here on the patio and in the game room. Because people were dancing and—about nine-thirty, yes sir." "He was in a dither," I suggested. "Sure was." I asked, "See Doc Powell around that same time?" The guy was beginning to wonder about all these questions. He was getting an edge to the eyes and the body language was definitely one of withdrawal. "Not since we pulled Mrs. Kalinsky out of the pool, no sir." I thanked him again and went on inside. There was no sign of life whatever in the executive wing. The operations center was shut down and darkened except for a small nightlight at the back wall. I expected the executive office to be locked, as well, but the doors were not even closed, not even the one to the inner sanctum.
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