 He said he wanted to speak to Steve. Your son? Yes. I told him to call back in the morning, but he was insistent. I went up to Steve's room, but he wasn't in. I noticed that the bed had been slept in, but I was too sleepy to look around. I went to the extension in the hall and told the man that Steve wasn't in. What did he say? He said he knew darn well that Steve wasn't in because he'd just been kidnapped. He said for me to sit tight and not say anything and wait for a phone call. And then they hung up. Well, can I see the room? Surely. Right this way.