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suspicious, but I grabbed this stuff.”
    I walked to him and took the pillowcase,
weighing it in my hands. “What is it?”
    “ Pajamas, socks,
undergarments, hairbrush. You know.” he covered the side of his
mouth. “Scent stuff.”
    “ Those pajamas, do they
have whales and dolphins on them?”
    “ Yeah. How did you
know?”
    “ Never mind. Good
work.”
    “ What does he mean, scent
stuff?” Brewbaker asked.
    “ They’re scent articles,”
I said. “For search dogs. If it comes to that.” I could see he
wanted to challenge me, assuming I meant if it came to finding his
daughter’s dead body. I came back to him. Put my hand on his
shoulder. “Mr. Brewbaker. More often than not, the dogs pick up the
scent of a live child hidden away in an old boxcar or a warehouse
or someplace like that.”
    He nodded without comment.
    “ Olson’s here,” said
Carlos.
    We all turned toward the kitchen to see
Detective Brittany Olson coming through the swinging door
separating the two rooms. In all the years I have known Olson,
she’s never failed to turn heads when making an entrance. Even in
her fifties, she still maintains the perfect balance between
unquestionable authority and undeniable femininity. She’s bright,
confident, physically fit and masterfully perceptive. In many ways,
she reminds me of Lilith, only without the attitude. Maybe that’s
why the old Tony Marcella dated her, but never stayed with her.
Then again, that might have been her idea.
    “ Mr. and Mrs. Brewbaker.”
I presented Olson with a sweep of my hand. “This is Detective
Olson, NCPD. Detective, Mr. and Mrs. Brewbaker.”
    She shook hands. No smiles. All business.
“Detective Olson will set up a command center here in the house.
Either she, Carlos, Detective Spinelli or myself will maintain a
presence here at all times. Mr. Brewbaker, we’re going to need your
permission to monitor and record all calls activated on your cell,
Mrs. Brewbaker’s, Kelly’s and of course, your home phone
lines.”
    “ Of course,” said
Brewbaker.
    “ Detective Olson will also
need to access Kelly’s computer, check her browser and document
history, contacts, email flow and anything else she might need to
explore on its hard drive. I assume you have her passwords to her
social networking sites?”
    “ All her passwords are the
same: KellyB140.”
    “ Good. Detective Olson
will also need to go over your most recent phone bills. That’ll
include all cell and landlines that Kelly might have had access to.
Is that all right?”
    “ Of course. Again,
anything you need, Detective.”
    “ Thank you. And lastly,
we’ll need address and contact numbers for all of Kelly’s
acquaintances, anyone she may have been in contact with over the
last week or so. You mentioned she goes horseback
riding?”
    “ Yes. She studies
equestrian disciplines at a place in Essex, off 133, just down from
one of my department stores.”
    “ We’ll need her
instructor’s name and the name of the stables he operates. You also
mentioned she takes dance lessons?”
    “ At the Swan Lake Dance
Studios on Route One.”
    “ Route One,
where?”
    “ In Danvers.”
    I turned to Olson. “You’ll get that info and
send it to Spinelli?”
    “ Of course. He’ll have it
on his desk before you get there.”
    “ Thanks.” I turned to
Brewbaker again. “Sir, do you mind if I bring in some street cops
to canvas the neighborhood. Look for witnesses. You might be
surprised what people see and don’t report until––”
    “ No. Absolutely not,
Detective. You heard the kidnappers. No police. I already let you
talk me into letting you call two more officers in on this. I would
really much prefer to wait until they call back with the ransom
demand, pay the damn thing and get my little girl back in my
arms.”
    “ Yes, sir, I understand
that, but normally a child abduction case like this has dozens of
people working to––”
    The phone rang. It was in Brewbaker’s pocket.
He took it