“I can’t wait that long. Can you give me his number?”
“No, I’m sorry. I can’t give out employees’ personal information.”
Duncan wiped a hand down his face. “Can you call him for me and ask if he saw her?”
“Yes, I can try.”
Five minutes later, the guy shook his head. “I’ve tried three times, and he’s not answering.”
Jesus Christ. “Can I give you my number, and when you get ahold of him, give it to him to call me?”
“I can do that.”
Duncan scribbled his number down and slid it over to the Ticketmaster. “Thank you.”
“No problem. Have a good day.”
He headed to the next station because he wasn’t giving up until he found her.