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the detectives."

"And I advised against that as well."

"True enough." Julia paused long enough to be sure Bea had nothing to
add. Despite the negativity, Bea had a vested interest in Julia's
remaining with the case. Julia would be Deputy Chief Shepherd's eyes
and ears in an environment where knowledge and power were as
intertwined as the bodies of copulating snakes. "There's something
else," she said, pleased to note that her voice was steady. "I need to
reach someone in Sex Crimes, maybe in the DA's office. Somebody I can
talk to if I need help."

"Sex Crimes? What makes you think you're looking at a sex crime? Why
couldn't she be emotionally disturbed, maybe retarded? Why couldn't
she be running away from physical abuse? Why couldn't .. . By the way,
Julia, do you have a name for this kid yet?"

"Little Girl Blue." Julia was sorry for the words almost before they'd
left her mouth. Almost.

"That's good. That'll play alongside Son of Sam. The reporters will
eat it up." Bea laughed into the phone, then said. "But you haven't
answered my question."

"I don't know where she came from, Bea. And I don't know how she ended
up in Central Park. I just want to be ready for anything."

Bea drew a breath, then sighed. "Julia, I have to leave. Keep me up
to date."

UUL1A DUG Robert Reid's number from her phone book and quickly punched
it into her cell phone. Reid, Julia's uncle, was the dean of New York
reporters. His column, My Town, had been running in the Daily News
longer than anyone cared to remember.

When Reid answered on the third ring, Julia said, "It's me, Uncle
Bob."

"Julia," Reid replied without hesitation, "got something good for me?"
After decades of near-legendary boozing, Reid's voice was little more
than a hoarse rasp, despite his having cleaned up his act five years
before.

"A body in Central Park near East Seventy-sixth Street. A child."

"White?"

Julia swallowed, then replied, "Yeah, she's white."