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‘They’re all in separate rooms.’
    ‘Who’s with the son?’ said Ren.
    ‘One of our lady detectives,’ said Bob.
    ‘But she’s not interviewing him—’ said Ren.
    ‘No,’ said Bob. ‘Relax. They’re playing with blocks.’
    ‘Yes – step away from the child,’ said Ren.
    ‘At least you can laugh about it,’ said Bob. ‘You won’t believe it, but apparently there are some uptight Feds …’
    Ren smiled. ‘Well, we are armed and dangerous on the child forensic interview front—’
    ‘And I’m glad we don’t have to be,’ said Bob.
    ‘Me too,’ said Ren. ‘Two of our finest are based in Denver. My guess is that Gary’s already called one in. OK – let me go read these.’
    She sat down in an armchair by a small table in the corner and began to read through the statements. Bob left her alone. When he came back into the room with coffee, Ren was on her feet.
    ‘OK,’ she said, ‘let’s go talk to the father.’

9
    Bob led Ren down the hallway to the meeting room where Mark Whaley was waiting. He was startled by the opening door. He stood up and shook hands with Ren.
    ‘I know you’ve already spoken with the Undersheriff,’ said Ren. ‘But I’m going to have to ask some more questions, and go over some of the same ground again.’
    ‘Sure,’ he said, nodding, shifting forward in his seat. His hands were clasped in front of him.
    ‘Could you talk me through your evening?’ said Ren.
    ‘My wife and I went for dinner at nine p.m.—’
    ‘Let’s start with when you checked in,’ said Ren.
    ‘OK, sorry,’ said Mark. ‘We checked in at seven p.m., and Erica … my wife … really wanted to go to the restaurant for dinner later on, so we asked at reception for a sitter for eight thirty.’
    Ren nodded. ‘Who was on reception?’
    ‘A guy called Jared.’
    ‘Did anyone take your bags?’ said Ren.
    ‘No, we took our own bags to the room. We watched
Toy
Story
with the kids … well, I did. Erica was getting ready at the same time.’
    ‘Did you see anyone else in the foyer?’ said Ren.
    ‘No.’
    ‘Did you meet anyone in the elevator?’ said Ren.
    ‘No.’
    ‘Did anyone pass you in the hallway?’ said Ren.
    ‘No,’ said Mark.
    ‘What can you tell me about the sitter?’ said Ren.
    ‘She was … sixteen, she told us. Short, maybe five three, blonde …’ He shrugged. ‘Long blonde hair … well, to her shoulders. Wearing sweats …’
    ‘Was there anything unusual in her demeanor, or in her behavior when she first showed up?’ said Ren.
    ‘No,’ said Mark. ‘She seemed like a good kid … normal … we weren’t concerned about her, if that’s what you mean.’
    ‘Did you have a conversation with her?’ said Ren.
    ‘Yes,’ said Mark.
    ‘What did you talk about?’
    ‘High school, living in Breck, the kids, what to do …’
    ‘Did you notice anything else about her that you think might help?’ said Ren.
    ‘Nothing I can think of,’ said Mark.
    ‘So, you went down to dinner,’ said Ren.
    ‘Yes. A little after nine.’
    ‘And you were there for how long?’ said Ren.
    ‘Well, until a little after midnight, I guess,’ said Mark. ‘But I went up to check on the kids …’
    ‘And what time was that at?’ said Ren.
    ‘I guess … eleven thirty? And then I came back down to Erica. We didn’t stay much longer. We went back to the room.’
    Ren looked up. ‘Sorry … let’s go back to when you got to the room.’
    ‘Yes, sorry … uh, when I got to the room … the sitter was on the bed in her sweats, watching television. I asked her how the kids were, and she said they’d been really well-behaved …’ Tears welled in his eyes. ‘They were asleep. So … I went to their door, and stuck my head in, and they were fast asleep.’
    ‘They were in an adjoining room,’ said Ren.
    ‘Yes,’ said Mark. ‘The kids had twin beds, we had a double bed. That was where the sitter was. In the main room. Where Erica and I would be