A secretary intercepted him, a pink message slip in her hand. Doctor Merriman called from San Francisco headquarters, Mr. Concasseur. He said it's very urgent and that he is standing by for your call. Concasseur looked at the slip and frowned. He shut himself in Tanner's office.
Details are kind of sketchy.
He hasn't been seen in days. I guess that makes him the number one suspect. Await further instructions. The bokor hung up. He walked to the window and stared down at the city's lights.