Chicago Police continue to examine the abandoned pickup truck in front of Grant Park.
A mile north across the street from the Ambassador East Hotel, Roger wipes the dust off his hands and face with a handkerchief. He crosses the street and heads for the lobby.
A woman walks her poodle toward the door as Roger approaches the front desk.
The desk clerk looks with surprise at Roger’s disheveled state. “Yes?” asks the clerk.
“Could you let me have Mister George Kaplan’s room number, please?” asks Thornhill.
“Kaplan?” asks the clerk.
“Yeah,” replies Roger.
“I think he checked out,” says the clerk, looking through a stack of cards.
“That’s right,” says the clerk. “Checked out at seven ten this morning.”
“Seven ten – – are you sure?” asks Thornhill.
“Yes,” says the clerk. “Left a forwarding address: Hotel Sheraton Johnston, Rapid City, South Dakota.” The clerk holds the card out to Roger to see the information.
“Seven ten!” repeats Roger.
“Checked out?” asks Roger.