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warm and confident at the other end of the call. “Bronson and I are having dinner at this perfectly wonderful little place in Little Italy —It’s just right out of Moonstruck. Remember that line? The one Olympia Dukakis said? What men don’t know about women…” Her Brooklyn accent was dead on.
                  I swallowed. Yeah, what I don’t know about women may have cost us your mother. Lillian kept talking.
                  “Anyway, it’s just two weeks before Paris—I’m getting ex- ci-t ed.” Her voice jumped an octave in the second syllable.
                  I swallowed again and managed to speak. “Lillian, honey. I’ve got some bad news. About your mother.”
                  The posh tone stopped. The little heathen who used to beat up her older brother was back. “What? What’s wrong with Mom?”
                  “She’s missing.”
                  “Oh, Daddy, no!”
                  “Honey, you need to come home.” Quickly, I told her what happened. There was the brief sound of her hand covering the receiver and then she returned to our conversation.
                  “Bronson says we’ll be on the next flight out.”
                  “Great.”
                  “Daddy, I love you.”
                  “I love you too, Lillian.”
                  The conversation over, I slipped my phone into my jacket pocket and sighed.
                  The conference room door opened. It was Addison.
                  “I’ve got a rough draft, if you want to come look at it on my computer,” she said.
                  The story was short, but painful to read.
    Jubilant businesswoman, wife of J-G reporter missing
    By Addison McIntyre
    J-G Managing editor
                  Kay Henning, owner of Aurora Development, and wife of Journal-Gazette reporter Marcus Henning has been reported missing and is believed to be in danger.
                  Mrs. Henning was supposed to travel to Massachusetts to visit the couple’s youngest son, PJ, who is attending Massachusetts Institute of Technology in Cambridge. When Mrs. Henning did not arrive, PJ called his father who reported the disappearance to the police.
                  Attempts to contact Mrs. Henning on her cell phone were successful, but police would not elaborate on the content of those calls except to say that they believed she was in danger and a statewide ‘be on the look out’ notice—or BOLO—was issued to other Ohio law enforcement departments and the State Highway Patrol.
                  Mrs. Henning was wearing a blue velour sweat suit and a short black down jacket. She was driving an older maroon Chrysler minivan registered to her husband. She is approximately 5 feet 4 inches tall with shoulder-length red hair.
                  Anyone with information about her disappearance is asked to call the Jubilant Falls Police Department.
     
                  “Looks good,” I said. I couldn’t even give Addison a decent quote for the story, unless there was some way to translate the blubbering of a failed man.
                  She silently patted me on the shoulder and nodded her understanding.
                  “You don’t need to be here,” she said. “I know I yelled at you this morning and I shouldn’t have—I’m sorry. Go home and don’t worry about work. I’ll get Graham Kinnon to come back in off furlough and cover your beat.”
                  “And this story?” I asked.
                  She nodded again. “They’ll find her. I know they will. That officer is waiting to follow you home. He needs some more information about Kay to jump start the search.”
                  “They have to find her. She’s my whole