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sixteen-year-olds reported missing for at least up to six months ago. A middle-class girl like Jean should have been reported missing, although as often as not, they’re runaways. The second one will be trickier because she’s older. May have been on the streets for years. I’ll go with Jean first. After I get the files, I’ll call the family and contact the family dentist. Then I’ll send all the Missing Persons X rays to you, and with a little bit of luck, you’ll get a match.”
    “Long shot,” Annie said.
    “Yep. But sometimes long shots pan out.”
    “Well, let me throw this out at you—and this isn’t in my report because it’s not an official observation. Children with congenital syphilis are often born deaf or with hearing problems. That might narrow your search for Joanie.”
    “Very helpful,” he said, rising. He stuck the pen in his notebook, flipped over the cover, and stuffed the notebook in his coat pocket. “Dr. Hennon—”
    “Annie,” she quickly said.
    “Annie, thank you for your time.”
    He held out his hand and their eyes met.
    “I’ve got an hour or so to kill before I meet a friend for dinner,” she said. “Want to grab a drink or two?”
    Jesus, Decker thought, two in one hour. He must be coming across lean and hungry. She was a fine looking woman with a very likeable disposition. If he’d met her six months ago, he would have jumped at the opportunity, but now there was Rina. Still he ruminated, there was no harm in one drink; sit and shoot the breeze. But what would be the point? Suppose he liked her and wanted to see her again as a friend. And suppose it led to something more, like casual sex. And suppose he began to enjoy the casual sex. Then he’d have to deal with two women. He knew he was a poor juggler, which meant they’d both inevitably find out and he’d lose everything—Rina and the sex. He’d pledged from the outset to give himself a year with Rina to figure out what was going on. And it had only been four months. Most important, he loved her and she loved him even if they couldn’t show it physically. It was absurd to think of other women when his heart belonged to Rina, but sexual deprivation was beginning to muddle his sensibilities.
    He realized he had been silent for an awfully long time.
    “Uh, thanks for the offer, but I’ve got to run.”
    “What the hell were you thinking about?” Hennon asked. “I’ve had pauses to size me up in bed before, but yours lasted so long you must have been up to the house and kids by now.”
    Decker broke into laughter.
    “There’s someone else…sort of.”
    “Sort of?”
    “Well, we’ve got a few differences to work out, but so do all relationships.”
    “Then what are your plans for the evening?” she asked.
    “Nothing really. I think I’ll go home and pray.”
    “Pray? I didn’t figure you for a religious man.”
    And Babs hadn’t figured him for a cop. It was a good time for an undercover assignment.
    “Well, I don’t really know if you’d call me religious.”
    “What religion are you?” she asked.
    “I’m not quite sure. I’m Jewish…sort of.”
    “Sort of?” She licked her lips and pursed them slightly. He felt a stirring below. Suddenly the months of celibacy seemed like years. Man, he was horny.
    “Thanks again,” he said as he moved toward the door.
    “Have you always had trouble with commitments, Pete?” she asked.
    “Sort of.”
     
    Back home, after working out and grooming the horse, he grabbed a bottle of Dos Equis and picked up the phone. He stood with his hip against the kitchen wall, receiver tucked under his chin, and gulped beer while listening to the ringing on the other end. His ex-wife answered.
    Damn!
    “Hi, Jan,” Decker said. “Is Cindy around?”
    “She’s doing her homework.”
    “During Christmas vacation?”
    “Well, she’s working on something important.”
    “Can I talk to her, please?”
    “You know how she doesn’t like to be interrupted when