“She has really gone to ground.”
“Well, she has to come up for air sometime, and when she does we’ll grab her. They always do and we always do.”
Special Agent Paxton sat behind his desk in New York. He toyed with his pen as he looked at the ever-growing file on Beverly Deltino.
Agent Thomas Markosi was sitting at another desk, going through the daily field reports, hoping for something that they might be able to use, some little gem of information. There were no gems today.
Reports from offices around the country all said much the same thing: Nobody has seen her. Nobody has heard anything. Not even a whisper. The lady was gone.
Markosi looked down at her photo, but it was Paxton who spoke to her.
“Beverly, where in the hell are you? We get more tips on sightings of Elvis.”