No energy in the reply. “Yes.”

“How long had you been alone?”

“An hour or so. Rita, our nanny, left at one.”

“What is Rita’s full name?”

“Rita Garcia.”

“How long have you known her?”

“She’s worked for us since Jimmy was born. I’ve known her family since I was a kid.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Rita,” David interjected.

“Do you know her address?” Kelly asked Amy.

Amy went to stand. “I can get it for you.”

Kelly stopped her. “Later. Let’s continue. Rita left at one and then what did you do?”

“Fed Jimmy and put him down.” Amy rubbed her eyes, struggling. “That would have been about one-thirty.”

“How old is Jimmy?”

“Three months.”

“Is he still being breast-fed?”

“Yes.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” David asked.

“It’s important to know if it will be easy for the kidnapper to care for the child,” Kelly explained. “If Jimmy is not used to a bottle, he might have difficulties.”

“I sometimes give him a bottle,” Amy said. “With water or juice.”

“Did you often nap after putting your son down?” Kelly asked.

“Yes.”

“Today, did you fall asleep right away?”

“Yes.”

“Did you hear anything while you slept?”

Amy hesitated. “No.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell her,” David ordered.

Amy cast him a look that Kelly had no problem reading. Her husband controlled her, she let him, but she didn’t like it. She often thought how she could turn the tables on him. It made Kelly wonder.

“I sensed something,” she said.

“While you dozed?” Kelly asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you were partially awake?”

“I don’t know.” Amy was puzzled. “But I felt something … familiar.”

“Where?”

“Nearby. In the house.”

“Could you elaborate, please?”

“I can’t.”

“Is it possible you smelled something? The scent of the kidnapper?”

David nodded enthusiastically. “Amy has a nose on her like a bloodhound. You must have smelled the guy. What did he smell like?”

Amy shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“What time did you wake up?” Kelly asked.

“At two-twenty.”

“Did you immediately check on your son?”

Amy paused. “No.”

“But you said you did,” David interrupted. “Why didn’t you check on him?”

Amy spoke to her husband, annoyed. “I went to the bathroom. I made a call.”

“Who did you call?” David demanded.

“My father.” Amy suddenly had tears. “What’s wrong with that? Why don’t you leave me alone? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You just lost our son is all,” David muttered.

They were not a couple who regularly contemplated their wedding vows. As if stabbed in the gut, Amy bent over and wept. Kelly gave her time; indeed, she used the time to fix her gaze on David. The guy stared down at his lap and said nothing. Finally Amy spoke.

“I checked on Jimmy about a quarter to three.” She gestured helplessly. “He was gone.”