Angie,

I tried to call you, got the answering machine. No good news. I found Rollie in the police records for Brooklyn. Was in a traffic accident on 8/9. Hospital kept him for a couple of days. Don't know why yet. So far nothing since. Checked the loft. Chica, he's gone! No sign of Blue. Big box with a big bow on the bed with your name on it. He cleaned out his closet. There are several big cardboard boxes that look like they're full of most of his clothes. Note addressed to A says you can donate them to the Salvation Army, sorry he didn't have time. Signed R.

Still checking, trying to find out if there's anything around 9/7. No luck so far. Don't know where he went or WHEN! I also don't understand why he didn't call Frank or me. Frank's going to be hurt when he finds out about this. Any suggestions on next step? I'll head in early and check the airlines first thing tomorrow morning.

Angie, I can't tell you how sorry I am about this. You asked me to keep an eye on him. Guess I didn't do a very good job. I am terribly, terribly sorry. Can you ever forgive me?

I hope he's all right. I'm really worried about him now.

Mira