Taking the leather-bound calendar from the desk in Hayden’s room, MacFarlane and Forman resealed the room with “No Entry” tape and headed for the sheriff’s station downtown. Seth Forman made the call to the first number. Rhys, realizing the boat bearing Canham and his photographer would be coming in shortly, retired to the restroom to wash his face and straighten his uniform.
“No answer at number one,” Forman told him as he returned to the office. “We could hardly expect him to be at work on a Sunday. I’m guessing the second was his home, but we get no answer there, either. Not even a message. Looks like there are folks too high-class for voicemail. So—I’m assuming the one with the C is a cell phone. Should’ve called that one first, I guess.” He dialed and, getting an answer, nodded.
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