Oscar nervously strode up and down his office, glancing at his watch every ten seconds. He stopped at the bar to fix himself a strong one and returned to his desk to buzz Callahan’s desk. “Any word?”
“No sir. I’ve tried everywhere I could think of. I can’t reach him.”
Oscar’s eyes dropped like lead as he heaved out a frustrated sigh. “Thank you. You can go now.”
“Thank you, sir. Have a nice Easter weekend.”
“You too.” Callahan stood from her desk and covered her typewriter. As she picked up her purse, Rudy entered the reception area.
“Hello Callahan. The boss is letting you off early today?”
“I am grateful for that. I have a lot of Easter shopping to do for my nieces and nephews.” She motioned towards Oscar’s office door. “I must warn you, he’s in a surly mood. Go in at your own risk.”
“I will,” Rudy chuckled at her humour. “Have a nice holiday.”
Rudy drew in a deep breath to garner the courage needed to face the raging storm brewing inside the office. As he turned the doorknob he was yanked inside. “Oh Rudy! Sorry I thought you might be Steve,” Oscar apologized.
“I take it you haven’t heard from him?”
“No and I’m getting impatient,” Oscar raged, resuming his pacing.
“Oscar do you realize it’s Easter this weekend? Why can’t you just let him be?”
“Today it’s Thursday. He was supposed to report to my office this morning and he didn’t show up.”
“Perhaps he’s in trouble,” Rudy surmised, more worried than Oscar appeared to be.
“Oh he is in trouble. WITH ME!”
“What has you such in an uproar, Oscar?”
“Steve was supposed to be at the Koenig plant this afternoon to spy on a shipment they were to make.”
“Can you send someone else instead? Why do you need him specifically?”
“Don’t you think I would have assigned Steve to the job had it been a routine stakeout? This was our last chance to catch them red-handed and Steve was to prevent the van from reaching its destination. I doubt my regular agents are able to perform such a feat.” Oscar explained, ending on a sardonic tone.
“Have you talked to Cassie?”
“She’s off to Cancun for a week.”
“Maybe he went with her?” Rudy jested to lighten the mood, which unfortunately had the opposite effect. He frowned at Oscar’s scowl. “That was a joke, Oscar.”
“I wouldn’t so quickly dismiss that statement as a joke, Rudy. Perhaps that’s where he is right now.” He stepped over to his desk to pick up the phone.
“Who are you calling?”
“Travel agency. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”