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December 23
Miami Airport
2-30 PM
Officer Bennett was on the phone. On the other side of the desk, Kate tapped her
fingers nervously and Peter gnawed on his thumbnail. Just because Kevin had
miraculously defended himself against two vicious criminals at home the year
before didn't mean he could survive on his own in O'Hare Airport.
Bennett hung up and shook his head. "Sorry, folks. The police at O'Hare haven't
seen him."
Kate and Peter stared at each other. What if Kevin had been kidnapped? Kate
slumped down in the chair, sick with worry. Peter placed a comforting hand on
her shoulder.
"Do either of you have a recent photo of the boy?" Bennett asked.
"I have one." Peter reached into his pocket for his wallet, but it wasn't there. "My
wallet's gone.
"Where could it be?" Kate asked.
"It was in my travel bag."
"Where's that?" Bennett asked.
Peter rubbed his chin and thought. "The last I remember, Kevin wanted it at the
airport. He was looking for batteries."
"You think he took it?" Kate asked.
"I bet he did," Peter said.
"Then he could have your wallet," Bennett said. "Were there credit cards in it?"
"Sure," Peter said. "Credit cards, money, my address book, a camera . . ."

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"We'll notify the credit card companies." Bennett picked up the phone and
started dialing. "If your son uses any of the cards we'll be able to get a location
on him."
Kate shook her head wearily. "I don't think Kevin even knows how to use a
credit card."

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December 23

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Tme Plaza Hotel
3:00 P.M.
If Kevin was going to spend his vacation in New York, he'd need a place to stay.
So why not try New York's most exciting hotel experience? As he stepped
through the huge brass doors of the Plaza Hotel and into the lobby, he could see
that this was his kind of place.
Several stories above him hung a giant crystal chandelier. The walls were
covered with antique tapestries, and in tables all around him were elaborate
floral displays in huge blue and white Chinese vases. Kevin pressed the "play"
button on the Talkboy: "Guests of the new Celebrity Ding-Dang-Dong! stay at
the world renowned Plaza Hotel. It's New York's most exciting hotel experience.
For reservations call toll-free 1-800-759-3000."
Kevin clicked off the Talkboy and smiled. I'll do just that, he thought.
To the left of the lobby he found a row of telephones along one wall.
Unfortunately, the phones were just out of reach. But Kevin quickly found a
solution—he piled two thick phone books on the floor and stood on them.
Getting the Plaza to accept a room reservation from a kid was going to take a bit
of ingenuity, but with the help of his Talkboy, Kevin thought he could do it.
He had just finished preparing the Talkboy for the call when a woman wearing a
gray suit and carrying a black leather briefcase stepped up to the phone next to
his. Kevin noticed she was staring at him.
"You know, in bathrooms they have little toilets for kids," Kevin said. "I guess
the people who make phone booths don't care as much about kids as the people
who make toilets. Excuse me, I have a call to make."
The woman quickly moved several phones away. Kevin dialed the 800 number
for room reservations and set the Talkboy next to the phone. As soon as the
reservations agent answered, he hit the "play" button and pressed his finger
against the cassette tape, slowing it down so that his voice sounded deep and
mature.
"Hello, this is Peter McCallister. The father. I'd like to have a hotel room,

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