Chapter 7Crossing the short hall to him, Antonio, head coordinator at the CPLHIV, offered Wolfe his hand. “If it isn’t el directorio himself,” he greeted Wolfe, pumping his hand vigorously, and pulling him into his office. “Come in, please.” Antonio gestured for him to sit down.
But Wolfe couldn’t stay long. “No, thanks, I just need to talk to you for a minute.” He looked into the CPLHIV’s small offices: Janice was hard at work on the phone, and Claude was in his office with someone. “Actually, I’m here about Zack,” Wolfe said, shutting the door behind him.
Antonio nodded seriously. “Bad news?”
“I don’t know.” Wolfe was worried. It was Monday morning and Zack hadn’t shown up. Then, finally, at eleven A.M., he’d called in sick. “He didn’t come in this morning, but that’s not what worries
