"Where is he?" Grossberg demanded several minutes later.
"Look up," Buzzardo suggested.
Grossberg and Edison looked up as Cyberhawk arrived, gleaming wings outstretched.
Cyberhawk circled them twice, then carefully landed beside them, his wings retracting as he touched down.
"Wings?" Edison asked in amazement.
"Ever hear of a hawk without wings?" Cyberhawk asked wryly.
"Never mind that," Grossberg told them. He looked at Cyberhawk.
"Bryce Lynch?" he asked.
"It's Bryce Morven now, sir," Cyberhawk explained. "But otherwise that's right."
"Morven?" Grossberg asked.
"Long story," Cyberhawk said. "Speaking of which, I understand you have a long story of your own. One having to do with a case I'm currently working on."
"So you know about Lisa," Grossberg said.
"Her mother, Laura, got in touch with me when she went missing," Cyberhawk told him. "Perhaps you can fill me in on a few details?"
"I'll try," Grossberg promised. "It's been a long time since I let myself think of them, though."
"Okay," Cyberhawk said. "First off, what do you know about the Piper?"
"Barely anything," Grossberg said. "Only that he dresses like a stage performer of some kind."
"He was a stage hypnotist before he went into a life of crime," Cyberhawk replied. "So that makes some kind of weird sense. Anyhow, I need your viewphone number. I'm going to have my brother Dan try and trace the call. I want to be in the field when the trace comes through. We'll have to make the call from Big Time. Just in case the Piper is onto us. I doubt he is, but a child's life is at stake. We can't take chances."