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find that peculiar? Why would he be so conscientious about returning your car but leave you asleep on a golf course?”
    â€œMaybe we got separated,” Megan floundered. “Assuming I spent my time with this unknown somebody.” She laughed shortly. “Maybe it’s Three Faces of Eve all over again. Maybe I have a complete, separate personality I don’t even know about, one that picks up strangers in bars for wild, drunken, orgiastic weekends.”
    â€œYet when I offered you a hair of the dog you said you didn’t have a hangover.”
    â€œAnd I didn’t. I was a little stiff from sleeping on the ground, but that’s all. Gus, I don’t drink. Not at all. Not even wine any more.”
    Gus leaned forward eagerly. “Seems to me the first thing is to find this guy. You could advertise in the paper.” The look of distaste on Megan’s face made him retreat. “Sorry. Just a suggestion.”
    She smiled wryly. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Gus?”
    He grinned sheepishly. “Just as a puzzle to be worked out. I know this can’t be easy for you. You must have been scared as hell. But it’s not an impossible problem. Was there anything in your purse to indicate where you might have been?”
    â€œYou mean like a motel room key?” she said sardonically, and laughed when he got that uncomfortable look again.
    â€œI meant like ticket stubs or a matchbook advertising the Kit Kat Klub or something like that.”
    Megan shook her head. “I thought of that. There wasn’t anything.”
    â€œOnly one other thing I can think of right now. Where do you leave your car while you’re at work?”
    â€œIn one of those underground lots in Gateway Center.”
    Gus groaned. “Those places are huge. I don’t suppose the people in the booths would notice if somebody else drove your car out?”
    â€œNot a chance. They don’t even look at you when they take your money.”
    They mulled it over a little longer but got nowhere, and Megan stood up to go. Gus asked her if she had a picture of herself he could have.
    â€œA picture?” She looked at him suspiciously. “Gus, what are you planning?”
    â€œWell, if I’m going to play detective, I have to do the things detectives do. And the first thing they always do is ask for a picture.”
    â€œYou’re going to prowl around Pittsburgh flashing my picture and saying have you seen this woman?”
    Belatedly, it occurred to Gus that his request might seem presumptuous. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything. I just thought I could help.”
    â€œI know. But I didn’t mean to drag you in on this. It’s not your problem.”
    â€œDon’t say that.” He looked affronted. “I want to help. Megan, I won’t embarrass you. I can be discreet. Even though you might not think so to look at me.”
    She laughed and gave in. “All right, come upstairs. I’ll find you a picture.”

CHAPTER 3
    Megan was looking over the monthly distribution summaries when a shadow fell across her desk.
    It was Bogert. “You just had to go over my head, didn’t you? You couldn’t wait to stick it to me.”
    This was the first time she’d seen him since the fiasco on Monday, three days earlier. “Well, Bogert, I did keep telling you there were things to be considered other than security. I can’t make you listen.”
    â€œSo you run to the president the first chance you get. You really jumped at the chance, didn’t you?”
    â€œOh, come off it. What was I supposed to do? Let an entire shipment of vaccine be ruined just to save you embarrassment?”
    â€œYou could have told me .”
    â€œHow? You made it quite clear you were going to stand by that truck you wanted so much and stop any attempt to get the shipment switched back. Or have you forgotten making that little