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sent 5th request to be his Official Biographer by registered mail: NO RESPONSE.
I flip to the most recent entries in the book:
slipped note under hotel room door suggesting dinner date at the Social: NO RESPONSE.
waited for J.D. outside his room at the Regency Grand: LOCATED!
requested his denial of troubling new facts: DECLINED.
requested permission to be Official Biographer: DENIED.
requested permission to enter his room: DOOR SLAMMED IN FACE.
“What’s the date on that last entry?” Stark asks.
“The day before the press conference,” I reply.
The detective and I lock eyes.
“I don’t see how this adds up to much,” Mr. Snow says, shaking his head.
“I do,” I say. “I need Lily.”
I put down the Moleskine and rush into the hall. Her trolley is propping open a door at the other end of the corridor. I find her inside, vacuuming the carpet into Zen-garden lines.
“Lily!” I call out, but she can’t hear me.
I turn off her vacuum. “Lily,” I repeat.
She shrieks and jumps back into a shadowy corner by the bed.
“It’s okay,” I say. “You’re not in any trouble. But I need you to come with me right now.”
I don’t waste a moment, I grab her by the hand and rush her out of the room, down the corridor, and back to Room 404, where Mr. Snow and Detective Stark are waiting.
