"And that is?" Stane asked, when I didn't immediately go on.
"Well, when we saw Nadler's body, two things became obvious. One, he'd been held in captivity for a while. He had an almost ghostly tone to his skin—it was almost as if he hadn't seen any sun for a very long time. And two, I think he was frozen."
Stane blinked. "Frozen?"
I nodded. "He had a freezer-burn look about him."
"God." Stane rubbed a hand across his chin. "Well, most decent-sized box freezers will hold a human body, and they could be put anywhere with power. But searching for it would be the proverbial needle in a haystack."
"Yes, but you couldn't keep a body in a freezer just anywhere, could you?"
"Well, no, but any storage facility with power would be suitable." He gave me a somewhat wry look. "Do you know how many of those there are in this city?"
"Hundreds, if not thousands. But we can still do a search for one under the name of Nadler, just on the off chance that we find it."
"It seems unlikely he'd be so stupid, but I guess it can't hurt—and if we do find one, maybe I can raid the security tapes and see who has been accessing the unit."
"My thinking exactly." I finished the rest of the bitter coffee and stood. "As ever, let me know if you find something."
"As long as you don't forget the dinner you owe me."
"When this is all over—"
"Forgive me if I'm being a little picky, but this might not be over for months. Years, even. A wolf could starve in that time."
I grinned. "So, next week then."
If, I added silently—and somewhat grimly—I was still alive in a week's time.