“Go back to St. Tim’s and try to find out if someone saw Adrianna after her shift ended.”

“We need to do that anyway.” Marge paused. “If that did happen, one of the security cassettes should show Garth entering the hospital. So I probably should be looking for him as well.”

“Yep.”

“Except I have no idea what Garth looks like except for a crummy DMV photo.”

Decker opened his desk drawer and took out some pictures. “I borrowed these from Adrianna’s apartment. Try Facebook and see if Garth is a member. We can probably pull up some more recent snapshots from the computer. Also…and I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. See if the guy posted anything recent.”

“That’s a good idea,” Marge said. “People are always exposing themselves metaphorically. These days privacy is as quaint as a Victorian swoon.”

HE PULLED UP at eight-fifteen, noticing that Hannah’s car was absent from the driveway. When Rina greeted him at the door, he said, “Just the two of us?”

“Make that three. Hannah’s gone, but we’ve got a boarder.”

Decker frowned. “Where is she?”

“At Aviva’s.”

“So why didn’t she take him with her?”

“I don’t know, Peter. Maybe she needed a little alone time. Why don’t you come in and close the door and we can talk inside. It’s okay to do that because you live here.”

The two of them walked hand in hand into the kitchen. Decker sat down where his dinner awaited him. It was hot and delicious: a Reuben sandwich complete with nondairy soy cheese, coleslaw, and a big juicy sour pickle. All too quickly, it was gone.

“Man, that was good.”

“You want another one?”

“No, one was quite enough.” Decker heard a lilting melody wafting through the air. He’d never heard electric guitar played so beautifully. “How’s the kid doing?”

“I fed him. He said thank-you.”

“Not much in the conversation department?”

“No, there was a little social banter. I asked him if the school was comfortable for him. If not, I’d look into something else, but he said he was fine with it, especially because everything was temporary.” She laughed. “He told me that it wasn’t all that different from Catholic school.”

Decker laughed. “How’s that?”

“Just that the rabbis reminded him of the priests. He said everyone was nice enough. Then he thanked me for the sandwich and started to eat. I told him I had a few calls to make. He said, don’t let me stop you. I figured it had to be a strain for him to make small talk, so I left him alone. When I came back, he thanked me and said the sandwich was terrific. Then he excused himself and has been playing Yonkie’s guitar for the last two hours. The kid has stamina.”