THE FIRST DAY she was gone, I was miserable, and the next one was shaping up the same way when Milo dropped by at nine A.M. and showed me Jane Abbot's correspondence with Tony Duke.

"She kept copies," he said. "In her safe-deposit box. On the bottom, under some stock certificates."

Two letters. In the first Jane reminded Duke of their time in Hawaii and informed him he had a daughter. A penciled notation on the bottom was dated five days later:

TD called, 3pm, no prob with $, wants to meet L. I said probs, maybe later.

In the second Jane thanked Duke for his quick response, apologized for restricting him from Lauren, describing her as "a very bright young lady, but unfortunately—through no fault of yours, dear Tony—she is currently emotionally ill and highly troubled."

TD called 3X, says be knows doctors. Put him off. Lauren gone, again, no idea where. Next time, bail or not?

A final page in Jane's handwriting laid out the financial agreement. Fifty thousand dollars a year placed in trust for Lauren, to be supervised by Jane, with the understanding that Jane would do everything in her power to effect a reunion and that, by the time Lauren reached twenty-six, Duke would get to meet her.

Father and daughter had fallen short by six months.

I gave him back the papers. "What's the status on Mel Abbot?"

"He should be released soon, though no one's sure where to put him. The closest relative they can find is a cousin in New Jersey, almost as old as Mel. Meanwhile, Irving's right down the hall from Abbot, in the jail ward—you did good work on his face. The D.A. will file multiple counts of conspiracy and first-degree homicide with special circumstances for mass murder, cruelty, and profit motive. Gretchen's helping them put the case together in order to plea down her own conspiracy rap— The feds finally came through and verified that Irving had been one of her big-time clients. All we've got on her is her pal Ingrid knowing I was looking for Michelle and your seeing Gretchen enter the Duke estate the next day."

"Gretchen works the system again," I said.

"What the D.A. wants is Irving on a platter, and Gretchen can fill in the blanks............