THE HONEYMOON COUPLE had received no unusual visitors, scheduled no conflicting side trips. The reservation at the French Laundry had been for just two. What made this all the more grave was that they had missed their scheduled flight to Mexico. While Raleigh poked around outside, I made a quick check of their room. There was this enormous redwood bed neatly turned down, a suitcase laid out, clothes stacked, toiletries. Lots of flowers- mostly roses. Maybe Becky De George had brought them from the reception. There was nothing to indicate that the De Georges weren't set to board that plane the next morning. I caught up with Raleigh outside. He was talking with a bellhop who was apparently the last person who saw the De Georges leaving. When it was just the two of us, Raleigh said, "Two of the