My beeper went off, and I looked at the number. Not surprisingly, it was Tom Walsh. "I'll call him."

"No, I'll call him," Kate said.

"Let me handle this. He likes and respects me." I dialed Tom's cell phone, and he answered. I asked, "Did you page me?"

"Yes, I paged you, and Kate, and I called you both. You were supposed to call me when you landed."

"We just got in. Headwinds."

"According to the pilot, you've been there almost an hour."

"There was a long line at the car rental. More important, what's the word on Harry?"

"Nothing yet." He briefed me on nothing, then said, "I want you to drive to the regional headquarters of the state police in Ray Brook. That's a few miles from Saranac Lake. Make contact with a Major Hank Schaeffer, commander of B Troop, and coordinate the search operation with him. You can offer your services and expertise, such as they are, and offer to participate in the search."

"Okay. That's it?"

"For now. Meanwhile, we're going through channels to see if we can get a few hundred troops from Fort Drum to participate in the search. That will speed it up considerably. Tell Schaeffer we're still working on that."

"Will do."

"Call me when you've spoken to Schaeffer."

"Will do."

"Okay, is Kate there?"

"She's in the ladies' room."

"Tell her to call me."

"Will do."

"What are you doing now?"

"Waiting for a double bacon cheeseburger."

"Okay ... don't hang around the airport too long, and don't ask anyone there any questions."

"What do you mean?"

"Just get over to the state trooper headquarters ASAP. And don't even think about going to the Custer-"

"I understand."

"All right. Nothing further."

I hung up, and Kate asked me, "What did he say?"

I sipped my coffee and went back to the printouts. "He wants us to go to the Custer Hill Club and see if Bain Madox is there, and talk to him, and see who else is there."

"He said that?"

"Not in so many words."

"Did he want me to call him?"

"At your convenience."

She was getting a little impatient with me and said, "John, what the fuck did he-?"

"Here's the deal. Nothing new on Harry, Walsh wants us to make contact with the state police, help in the search, and not snoop around the airport." I noted, "Too late for that."

"I didn't hear anything about going to the Custer Hill Club."

"Why don't you go see the state police? I'll go to the Custer Hill Club."

She didn't reply.

I said to her, "Kate, we were sent here as a pro forma response to the disappearance of one of our guys from the Task Force. We're here to get the bad news, or the good news, if and when Harry is found. This is just protocol. You know that. The question for you is, Do you want to take a reactive, or pro-active, role here?"

"You have a way of putting things ... let me think about it."

"Do that."

The food came, and the double bacon cheeseburger looked like it could give you a heart attack if you touched it. The Freedom Fries had a little American flag stuck in them.

Kate asked, "Do you want some of this salad?"

"I found a slug in a salad once."

"Thanks."

Before I could get my minimum daily requirement of fat, the guy from Enterprise came into the cafe and handed Kate a stack of photostated car-rental contracts. He said to her, "I get off-duty at four, if you want me to show you around. Maybe we can have dinner. I put my cell-phone number on my card."

"Thanks, Larry. I'll call you later."

He left.

I said, "You put him up to that."

"What are you talking about?"

I didn't reply and called for the check so we could get moving as soon as Max showed up.

I took another bite of my cheeseburger, and Max came into the cafe, spotted us, and came over. She said to Kate, "Here's all the contracts from Thursday to tomorrow, including returns. There's, like, twenty-six. It's a big weekend."

Kate replied, "Thank you. And please don't mention this to anyone."