Thera took the train to Daejeon. When she got there, she checked the hotel where Ferguson had been staying as Ivan Manski. His room was empty, and he wasn’t in the restaurant or one of the nearby shops.
Needing a place to stay herself, she took a room two floors above where he’d been staying. Then she called The Cube.
“Ferguson didn’t make the flight,” she told Lauren DiCapri. “He’s not in Daejeon, either. Has he checked in?”
“No.”
“He didn’t show at the embassy or anything like that, did he?”
“That would probably be the last place he’d go, knowing Ferg.”
“Check, would you?”
“Of course. Thera, are you sure he wasn’t on that plane?”
Thera laid her head back on the overstuffed chair. What the hell had happened to him?
“Thera?”
“No, he wasn’t on the flight. I thought maybe I missed him.” She knew she hadn’t; it was a wish, not a thought. “Try his sat phone, all right?”
“Now?”
“It’s off-line,” said Lauren a minute later.
“I was afraid of that,” said Thera softly. She pressed the button to disconnect the call.