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Braverman's.
    She had to get her head back in the game. She rose, grabbed her purse, and got her coat.

Chapter Ten
    Ellen sat in a lovely family room that had everything but the family. Susan Sulaman sipped water from a tumbler, curled up in a matching chintz couch opposite her, in jeans, a pink crew neck, and bare feet, a remarkably down-to-earth woman who looked oddly out of place in her own home. An Oriental rug covered a floor of resawn oak, and the couches faced each other in front of a colonial-era fireplace that had authentic cast-iron hooks and a swinging iron bracket inside. A perfect circle of cherrywood table held the latest magazines, a stack of over-sized art books, and a tape recorder, running, now that the small talk was over.
    "So you've heard nothing about the children at all?" Ellen asked.
    "Nothing," Susan answered quietly, raking fingers through thick brown hair that curved softly to her chin. Her pretty eyes were brown, but her crow's-feet went deeper than they should for her age. Two lines had been etched in her forehead, over the bridge of a perfect nose. Susan Thoma Sulaman had been Miss Allegheny County when she became the trophy wife of her worst nightmare, multimillionaire builder Sam Sulaman.
    "What have you done to find them?" Ellen asked.
    "What haven't I done?" Susan smiled weakly, a fleeting glimpse of a dazzling grin. "I hound the police and the FBI. I hired three private investigators. I posted on the missing kids sites on the web."
    "Like the ACM AC site?" Ellen was thinking of the white card.
    "Of course, that's the main one. Nobody's turned up anything, scam artists, but no leads. I offered a fifty-thousand-dollar reward. Real money."
    "Sure is." Ellen thought of the Bravermans and the million-dollar reward.
    "I'll never forget the day he took them. It was October, a week before Halloween. Lynnie was going as a fish." Susan's smile reappeared. "We glued glitter to a piece of blue oak tag, and she was going to wear it like a sandwich board. It was from The Rainbow Fish."
    "I know the book."
    Susan's eyes lit up. "Oh, right, you have a son now. How old is he?"
    "Three."
    "Goodness, already?"
    "I know, right?" Ellen didn't have to say, time flies, though it was her favorite mommy conversation. Some things never got old.
    "I read that. I loved the articles you wrote about his sickness."
    "Thank you. Anyway, you were saying."
    "Yes, well, Sam Junior was going as a turtle. He had this chicken-wire shell we made", Susan stopped herself, "well, never mind about the costume. My ex picked the kids up, loaded them in the car, and I never saw them again."
    "I'm so sorry." Ellen lost her bearings, momentarily. Now that she'd become a mother, it was even harder to imagine. Maybe her mind simply refused to go there. "Does it get easier with time?"
    "No, it gets harder."
    "How so?"
    "I think about all that I'm missing with them. All that time, with each of them. Then I start to think that, even when I get them back, I'll never be able to catch up." Susan paused, a stillness coming over her. "I worry they won't remember me. That I'll be a stranger to them."
    "Of course they'll remember you," Ellen rushed to say, then switched tacks. "Is it easier because at least you know they're with their father? That they're not abducted by some stranger, who could be doing them harm?" She was thinking of the Bravermans again.
    "Honestly, no." Susan frowned. "Sam was a terrible father. He lost the custody battle and he didn't like the settlement, so this is the way he got me back. At the end of the day, they need me. I'm their mother."
    "So you're hopeful."
    "I am, I have to be. The FBI thinks like you do, that it's less of a priority because it's family. Not all victims are alike." Susan pursed her lips. "Anyway, the theory is that he took them out of the country. His money is all offshore, and they think he told the kids I died."
    "Would he do that?" Ellen asked, aghast.
    "Of course, he's an egomaniac, a narcissist."