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believe it is in room three hundred and forty-five," I said and closed the door behind me, making sure it locked. "Follow me."
    We walked down the corridor and I knocked on the door leading to room three hundred and forty five. "Hello?"
    No one answered.
    "Listen. I…," the doctor said. I could tell he thought I had lost it.
    "Wait a second," I said and knocked again. "Hello?"
    There still was no answer. I had a bad feeling. "I think we need to get in there immediately," I said. "I bet you have a key?"
    "There is nothing here that indicates that it should be necessary. I really don't think…"
    "But I do. There is something very wrong here," I said. "We need to go in immediately."
    The doctor inhaled deeply and looked at me. "Are you sure, I really don't want to…"
    "Just do it, damn it!"
    The doctor shook his head and found the key-card in his pocket. He slid it through the reader and the door clicked open. I stormed in, thinking I was either going to save someone's life or get arrested for breaking and entering.
    Luckily it was the first of the two. On the floor inside the suite, I spotted Mrs. Colombo lying pale and lifeless. The doctor gasped and stormed towards her.
    "She's out cold," he said and kneeled next to her. He turned her to the side to prevent choking.
    I spotted something on the table and picked it up. "Insulin. She must be a diabetic," I said.
    "Let me see," the doctor said. "She's probably suffering from hypoglycemia.I have injectable glucagonin my bag." He opened his bag, pulled something out and gave the woman a shot in the thigh. Soon after, she woke up. The doctor helped her get to her bed.
    "What happened?" she asked confused.
    "You fainted," the doctor said and put a pillow behind her neck.
    "Alberto," the woman suddenly cried. "Is he back?"
    "You need to get some rest," the doctor said. "Where is Mr. Colombo?"
    "He went downstairs to look for our son. He’s been missing since last night. We thought he just went to the casino. We know he spent some money there last night, but he never came back. I guess I got a little upset and forgot to eat."
    "I'm sure your son is fine," the doctor said. "You shouldn't let yourself get upset like this. Now let us get ahold of your husband and get him to come back here."
    "I can call him," Mrs. Colombo said. "If you'll just hand me my phone over there."
     

15
    April 2014
    M R. C OLOMBO WAS CLEARLY distressed when he stormed through the door to his own suite. His wife was still lying in her bed.
    "Ivana," he yelled. "Are you alright?"
    Ivana explained to her husband what had happened. He grabbed my hand and shook it. I felt slightly star-struck. Alonzo Colombo was probably the biggest star in race driving in Europe right now. Not that I knew much about the sport, but I did know that he drove for Ferrari and that he was a seven-time Formula One World Champion. He was regarded as one of the greatest drivers of all time.
    "Thank you for being there," he said.
    I smiled and blushed. "No problem, Mr. Colombo. I'm just glad I could help."
    "Call me Alonzo, please. Let me know if there is anything we can do for you in return."
    I shook my head. "I don't need anything, thank you."
    Alonzo Colombo turned to look at his wife. "I told her all day to eat. But she's been so upset over Alberto's disappearance that she could hardly get anything down. I had a feeling something like this might happen. I never should have left you."
    "Did you find him?" Ivana asked nervously.
    Alonzo bit his lip and shook his head. "No. I talked to a guy working at the casino who dealt black-jack cards for him early in the morning. One of the cabin-boys told me he helped Alberto get into the suite around eight in the morning. Alberto told him he had lost his key. The bartender at the casino served him a drink around eight-thirty. After that, the leads end. No one has seen him since then."
    "So he was fine this morning? That's a relief," Ivana said.
    "Yes. It is. But what worries me is that no one