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worried over how the Greenburg boy had wound up so wound up, but at least his file was relatively
complete. My clock was saying nasty things about how much sleep I wasn't going to get, but I lay awake
anyway, thinking.

As I get older, I keep getting worse at handling a sleep shortage. The morning alarm was pure bad news
and my coffee barely gave me enough energy to finish the cup. By the time Dori and I got our kids ready
for school and out the door, I was ready for a real night's sleep. Dori downed her appalling
diet-breakfast drink, kissed me, and scooted off to work. I brewed more coffee and yawned over the
day's lesson plan.

I had an hour to kill and debated taking a nap. Trouble is, naps always leave me groggy to the point of
stupidity. Besides, a bee was touring my bonnet.

I pulled out the Broms folder, which had been assembled at Enhancement while they were programming
my OSP. Madeline had been born in Santa Rosa, California, where Luther Burbank had tweaked plants
for so long. When she was ten, her parents separated and her mother took her to a ranch owned by the
grandparents near Westlake Hills outside Austin, Texas. She remained at the Bar Celona Ranch until the
age of thirteen, when whatever happened to her happened. Her present residence was a private
assisted-living institution in New Hampshire. I went online and Googled the institution. Expensive.

I glanced at my watch. Austin and Chicago share a time zone. I looked up the number for the Westlake
Hills Police Department.

Sergeant Lopez was courteous, affable, and unhurried. I volunteered my name, address, telephone
number, occupation, credentials and ways to check them. I talked fast but he didn't ask me to repeat a
thing.

"How can I help you, Dr. Phillips?"

I don't usually wield my doctorate, but thought it might give my request more weight. тАЬI'm trying to get
some information about one of my students, Madeline Broms. Two years ago, I believe she lived in your
district."
I could practically hear the click as his attitude shifted. тАЬTell you what, Doctor. Can you wait by the
phone and I'll call you right back?тАЭ His voice was a bit too casual.

"Put me on hold if you like, Sergeant."

"Let's do it my way."

"Okay. I'll be here.тАЭ I hung up. He wanted to check me out and then, after confirming that the telephone
number I'd given him was in my name, make sure I was actually at that phone. What the hell had
happened to Madeline?

Ten minutes passed before the ring....

"Sorry to make you wait so long, Doctor."

"No problem."

"I'd like to help Maddie, I surely would. And I'd like to help you help her. My wife's a teacher.тАЭ Long