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He had arranged for them to meet at a diner around the corner from Dr. Mallone's apartment. Normally, he would've held all client meetings at the office, but the last two days had revealed a lot. Firstly, that Dr. Mallone was in fact, by all definitions, missing. Secondly that the office was definitely being watched by Saunder's men.
It hadn't taken much to let Mallone's landlady let him into the apartment. Though when she'd pushed the door open it was obvious that someone else had already beat him to it. The place had been a disaster. Every drawer had been pulled out of it's place. Every piece of furniture overturned and thoroughly searched. Bruce had half been expecting to find the body of Mallone among the wreckage but there had been no trace of the older man.
Whoever had been there had clearly been looking for something. Whether or not they'd found it had been unclear. He'd reached out to what little family the man had. None of them had heard from him in weeks. There had been no signs of a drinking or gambling problem. No sign of an affair between him and a married woman. The doctor had simply up and disappeared one day, just as Mrs. Samson had thought.
The only clue, in fact, had been that his car had been found abandoned down by the river. There'd been no blood or reason to believe foul play, but the keys had been left in the engine. Not a normal practice, to say the least.
He sipped the extraordinarily bitter coffee the waitress had brought him and waited for Mrs. Samson. He had a feeling she wasn't going to like what information he had to give her.
It hadn't taken much to let Mallone's landlady let him into the apartment. Though when she'd pushed the door open it was obvious that someone else had already beat him to it. The place had been a disaster. Every drawer had been pulled out of it's place. Every piece of furniture overturned and thoroughly searched. Bruce had half been expecting to find the body of Mallone among the wreckage but there had been no trace of the older man.
Whoever had been there had clearly been looking for something. Whether or not they'd found it had been unclear. He'd reached out to what little family the man had. None of them had heard from him in weeks. There had been no signs of a drinking or gambling problem. No sign of an affair between him and a married woman. The doctor had simply up and disappeared one day, just as Mrs. Samson had thought.
The only clue, in fact, had been that his car had been found abandoned down by the river. There'd been no blood or reason to believe foul play, but the keys had been left in the engine. Not a normal practice, to say the least.
He sipped the extraordinarily bitter coffee the waitress had brought him and waited for Mrs. Samson. He had a feeling she wasn't going to like what information he had to give her.
