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sandwiches.
    “Fine, I’ll text you a name,” she sighed, disappointed that she got no answers from her mother.
    After her mother left, Sasha tried to study. She cracked open her biology textbook. She had a mid-term on Monday and needed to study. She had a hard time focusing because her mind kept wandering to Evan.
    She opened her laptop and tried to find Evan’s digital footprint. Everyone had one. She searched all the popular social media sites and found nothing. He didn’t have Twitter or Facebook accounts. She did find a resume on LinkedIn but it was blocked to anyone who wasn’t a contact. Frustrated Sasha gave up. He didn’t want to be found on the Internet.
    Maybe she’d see Evan at the police station later today. She was going to bike there after lunch. She was daydreaming about Evan’s blue eyes when there was a clanging in her doorway.
    Her little sister Hannah stood there clad in a bathing suit, carrying a cow bell. Twelve-year-olds were a pain in the butt and yet old enough to rat Sasha out to her parents.
    “Mom said you’d take me to the community center,” Hannah said swinging the cow bell.
    “Can’t you go on your own?” Sasha said rolling onto her back pulling the textbook up to her face.
    “Mama insists you come with her,” she said in a whinny voice.
    “I can’t right now, I’m studying.” Sasha said turning a page of her textbook without reading the previous page.
    Her sister didn’t protest and wandered off, dragging the cow bell behind her on the carpet.
    Before Sasha could refocus on biology her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number.
    “This is Sgt. Al Corey,” a deep voice said. Sasha recognized the name as the detective who took her statement. “Can you come down today and look at photos?”
    Sasha asked for the address and told the officer it would take her an hour to get there because she didn’t have a car.
    “I can send a patrol car to get you,” he said. Sasha declined the offer. How would she explain it to her mother who would surely hear about the patrol car in the driveway from the neighbors not to mention from Hannah? It was best she went there and got back before her mother came home.
    “No, I’m good,” she said and hung up. She told her sister she had to go out for a bit and promised to take her to the pool when she returned.
    It took Sasha 20 minutes to cycle to the police station. It was tucked away in a strip mall on South Lamar Boulevard. She locked her bicycle out front and gave her name to the officer at the front desk.
    She picked up a magazine and sat by the windows while waiting for Sgt. Corey. The magazine was three months out of date, so she put it down and stared out the window not really seeing. She was daydreaming about Evan again when she spied a man in a dark overcoat in the parking lot.
    It was the strangest site. The man was wearing a black fedora hat, tilted to one side. He leaned against a black Lincoln limousine. The man must be a business tourist dressed like that or in the music industry. The city was overrun with strange music people dressed in all sorts of bizarre garb. He certainly fit in with the city’s slogan, “keep Austin weird.”
    Sasha craned her neck to get a better view. Maybe he was a famous musician. The limousine seemed a giveaway. She couldn’t see his face well and after awhile gave up.
    Sasha turned away from the window when Sgt. Corey called her name. She followed him into a small room with no windows that smelled like sweat. There was a mirror on one wall.
    “Gosh,” she exclaimed. “This is like something out of Law and Order.”
    Sgt. Corey smiled and put a laptop on the table. “We don’t usually solve crimes in 60 minutes,” he said. He powered up the computer and explained that photographs are now digital. He asked her to scroll through some pictures of known thieves in the area to see if anyone seemed familiar.
    “They were wearing masks,” Sasha reminded him.
    “I know but you saw their