“Was the room disturbed in any way?” Kelly asked.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” Kelly asked.

“Yes.”

“Our people suspect the kidnapper paused at your bedroom door before leaving the house with Jimmy. Do you have any idea … ?”

“How would they know that?” David interrupted.

“The impression of his shoes in the carpet,” Kelly explained, before asking Amy, “Do you have any idea why he would have stopped to look at you?”

Amy shrugged. “I guess to see if I was up.”

“Any other reason?”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking,” Amy said.

Kelly was thoughtful. Something bothered her. It was there in the air like the scent of acid. Her guts gurgled and she pushed aside a wave of nausea.

“Do you have any enemies, Amy?” she asked.

“Not that I know of.”

“How long have you two been married?”

“Ten months.”

“Were you pregnant when you got married?”

David was livid. “You have a lot of nerve asking—”

“Please,” Kelly interrupted. “We need to know. Were you, Amy?”

“Yes.”

“How pregnant were you?”

“Three months. Why?”

“Did you have an old boyfriend?”

Amy hesitated. “I’ve had other boyfriends.”

“Were you seeing anyone else in the year before you got married?”

“No,” David said.

Amy looked miserable. “I was seeing this one guy. His name was Matt Connor.”

“Did you break up with him long before the marriage?”

Amy was a long time answering. “It was a few months before.”

“Was Matt upset about the breakup?”

David snorted. “He was a loser. He was nothing.”

“Matt didn’t take Jimmy. He died four months ago in an accident,” Amy said.

“I see.” Kelly continued to feel troubled. “Do you have any other old boyfriends who might be angry at you?”

“No,” Amy said.

“How about you, David? Any old girlfriends who might carry a vendetta?”

David shook his head. “No.”

“Any business enemies who might bear a grudge?”

He stiffened. “No.”

“Your father is a big man on Wall Street. He must have some enemies.”

David glared. “My father is a highly respected businessman.”

“But he recently completed a hostile takeover of a large corporation. A few people made a lot of money. A lot more lost their jobs. We need to talk about that.”

David crossed his arms over his chest. “I never talk about my father’s business.”

“Then we’ll have to talk to him about it.”

David didn’t budge. “That’s your choice.”

Kelly turned off the recorder. “I appreciate your time and patience. I must warn you that this is only a preliminary interview. Later, we’ll have to go through each of these points in more detail.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” David said.

Kelly stood and slipped her recorder in her pocket. “I would not do that to you, Mr. Techer.”