It was midnight by the time I made it back to the office. Izzy was there.
“Anything?” I asked.
“Nada,” he said, then opened his notebook. “According to Isaac’s notes, Ms Parker was staying at the Windom Arms on Central and 56th. So I took my ass over there and let myself in.”
“You engaged in no criminal activity I hope.”
“Just as I thought,” I said, “Continue.”