Chapter Four
"Thanks anyway," Martin said before he hung up the phone. "That's every hotel in the greater Seattle area. No one has had any reservations under the name Frasier Crane or Lilith Sternin," he informed the rest of his family plus Roz as he walked back over to his chair.
"I don't like this," Roz said as she placed one hand over her pregnant stomach. She turned over to Niles. "What exactly did you let them do?" she asked in an accusing tone.
"Me?" Niles asked. "You were the one who let the woman into your booth in the first place," he argued back. "If you hadn't, then none of this would have happened."
"Would you have preferred if I made a large puddle on the floor?" Roz asked back angrily.
Martin hit his cane against the coffee table to catch everyone's attention. "Stop," he commanded sternly. "Pointing fingers is not going to bring Frasier back. Niles, what exactly had been going on that night while you were there?"
Niles frowned. "Well, Frasier specifically told me to keep the two of them apart, so I sat between them at the reception, which was hell," Niles began. "Lilith kept coming on to him, and it was obvious that he was attracted to her, so I did my best to keep them apart, but it was as if I was not there. By the time I got back from the bathroom, they were gone."
"What did they have to drink?" Roz immediately asked. "And how much?"
"Just a few glasses of the white wine that the club was serving at the reception," Niles answered simply. "Certainly not the best quality, so I don't see why they needed to get more."
"How many more?" Daphne asked in a worried tone.
"Not too many more," Niles assured her. He moved over slightly onto the couch and rested his hand on the portion of the couch, which was behind Daphne. "I'm sure he's fine."
At that moment the phone rang. Daphne shot off the couch and rushed to answer it. "Crane residence," she said quickly. "Dr. Crane!" she gasped loudly as everyone devoted their attention to her. "Where are you?" she asked. As she listened her expression wrinkled into a frown. "What are you doing there? Is everything all right?"
"What's going on?" Roz asked as she stood and walked over to the table and took a seat there.
"Where is he?" Martin asked as he turned around to face Daphne.
Daphne nodded twice before she hung up. "Right. I'll tell them," she said. "That was Dr. Crane," she began as she placed the phone down gently. It was almost as if she was in shock from the conversation. She walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Roz's.
"Well where is he?" Martin asked. "Is he all right?"
Daphne nodded. "He's fine," she assured Martin. "He's at some hospital in Las Vegas."
"What's he doing in Las--?" Niles began before he gasped loudly. "Did you say Las Vegas?" he asked as he looked over at Daphne.
Again Daphne nodded. "I did," she admitted. "You don't think Dr. Crane would…"
"By the way he was acting last night, I'd say it's inevitable," Niles muttered.
Martin's eyes were filled with fear. "We have to talk him out of it. He has to know better. We have to get him sober and to his senses. We have to fix it!"