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heard from him since, until yesterday. I didn’t even know I had a sister.”
    “Ah, I see.” Lieber nodded.
    “I must find her.”
    “But unless Kaitlin and her friend want to be found, there’s very little the police can do.”
    “Then this is it? You’re done?”
    The detective gave Robbie a reproving look.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound off like that. It’s just—this has affected me an awful lot.” Robbie leaned back in the booth. How terribly alone she felt without her mom, without a close friend, without Jeremy.
    “I can only imagine how difficult this is for you,” Lieber said. “But until there’s some tangible reason to believe the girls’ disappearance wasn’t intentional, there’s not much more we can do.”
    “So what you’re saying is without a dead body or a ransom note, the police investigation is over.”
    “You’re being awfully hard on the police.”
    “I always believed you were determined to get the bad guy.”
    “If you’re talking about Jeremy’s parents, that was a murder investigation.”
    “I understand. This isn’t.”
    The waitress came by. “Can I get you something else?”
    “That’s right, Robbie. This isn’t.”
    “I’ll bring the check,” the waitress said and left.
    Robbie folded her hands over the “Missing” flyers. “With or without the police, I’m going to find Kaitlin.”
    “Ah, Robbie.” Lieber shook her head ever so slightly, then reached into her wallet for money. “I only hope when you do you’re not disappointed.”

Chapter 5
     
    Kate hurt. It felt like hundreds of little people with heavy boots were stomping around inside her. Especially in her head. She rolled over. Sheets warm and damp. A feather sticking out of the pillow jabbed her in the cheek. She pulled it out. Where was she? A room. A bed. Curtains pulled all around. A dragon on the wall.
    She licked her lips. Wrong somehow. Like she had a bad fever. Did she? She tried to think, to remember, but everything was foggy. And everything hurt.
    Voices outside the room. Low. Blurry. Angry.
    One stood out—higher, almost hysterical. “You’ve got to get them the fuck out of here.”
    Then the other voice—deep, sandpapery.
    It was coming back to her. Tattoos, shaved head.
It’s okay, baby. Everything’s all right
.
    Joanne. Where was Joanne? Kate sat up too quickly, the room spinning all around her. And then, her abdomen convulsed as she remembered. Joanne was dead.
    “That’s your problem,” said the hysterical voice. “You figure it out. Just make sure it doesn’t connect back to me.”
    Kate sank back against the pillow. She could feel hot tears turn cold as they soaked her hair. “Joanne,” she whispered.
    The door opened, letting in brightness. People with shadowed faces.
    “Well, look who’s awake,” said the sandpaper voice.
    Someone leaned into the room. “I don’t care what you have to do. Just get them the fuck out of here.”

Chapter 6
     
    After Robbie left Detective Lieber, she biked to Kinko’s with the flyers of Kate and Joanne. Kate, not Kaitlin. Robbie sensed this was how her sister thought of herself, despite what their father called her.
    She wrote “Call Robbie” and her cell phone number on the flyers and ran off three hundred copies of each. She hoped the detective was right—that Kate and her friend were simply being a couple of irresponsible teenagers. But Robbie also knew they were more likely to find Kate quickly if Robbie did her part.
    Robbie walked up and down Ocean Drive, Collins Avenue, Lincoln Road, and Washington Avenue, posting the flyers in every restaurant, every store, outside every club, that was willing to take them. Most of the people she spoke to said no when she asked if they recognized Kate or Joanne, but they let her leave the flyers behind.
    By late Monday afternoon, Robbie was tired, hot, discouraged. But she had to get to work. She went home, showered, changed into a fresh T-shirt and jeans, then pedaled