I tipped him, then closed the door as he left. The two-bedroom, ground-floor suite was done in desert-sand colors and furnished with expensive, plushly upholstered, Italian reproduction furniture. "Not bad," Vicki said. The others trooped out onto the patio, which adjoined the beautiful, semilit golf course, while I called the front desk and asked for Rick O'Shea's room. He wasn't registered. Neither was Diamond Peterson. They refused to give me any information about Team Ultima, saying I should talk to the event center in the morning. After I hung up, I went out on the patio to join the others. I said, "It's almost four. We're not going to learn anything tonight. Let's get a few hours' sleep and start working on it at eight tomorrow." "What about Diamond?" Vicki said. Alexa said, "We won't find out anything tonight. Nobody's even up to talk to." We selected our rooms, and I went to the writing desk, picked up the cordless phone, and set the wake-up call for 8:00 A. M. After I finished, I replaced the phone next to the heavy leather folder that held the room-service menu and hotel literature.
