I dropped her off, made it to work, checked the desk...not there. This is the point where I really started to freak out and I just knew I would be digging through the trash that evening when I got home.
A couple of hours of work later, Sam and I decided to meet up for lunch. After a chimichanga for Sam and an El Jaliscience salad for me, we went to the register to pay. Sam pulls out the wallet and notices that all of his cards are rearranged.
That probably should have been a clue.