At the Dancing Dunes, the group was gathered around the desk in the reception area. Carlos was sliding the memory card into a slot in his laptop when Kip came bounding through the front door.
“Whoa, the joint was jumping at Club Paradise tonight,” he said breathlessly. “Carlos, I should have insisted you come with me to Asbury Park instead of staying in to do that dreary paperwork.” Kip stopped short as he took in the worried expressions on all their faces. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
Carlos explained that Anthony was missing.
“Sweet Jesus, no.” Kip was immediately sober. “What’s going on in this town? I stopped on my way home at the 7-Eleven to pick up a quart of half-and-half for breakfast in the morning and I heard that another girl went missing tonight.”