I stepped out the front entrance of the Whitesun Hotel scanning the area out of habit before anything else.
"Has anyone seen Sydney?"
A few heads turned. The people nearest to me exchanged glances, a small ripple of I-don't-knows passing between them, a couple of shrugs. Nobody had anything useful. I kept moving, working my way through the people who were up and active, asking as I went, one of the guys hauling supplies hadn't seen her, the woman near the east corner wasn't sure, and then finally someone mentioned they'd seen her heading off down the road a while back, carrying a shovel.
That narrowed it down.
