The boy put down the paper and wiggled his fingers. “Sore. I guess now it’s just like going through a process. I’ll be all right.”

“Just take care of it. You’re up early.”

“I couldn’t sleep. I heard you come in last night. It was late. Is everything okay?”

Decker smiled inwardly. No one in his family thought twice about his hours. “Just work.” He poured a cup of coffee and sat down. “How are you?” This time he was sincere with the question.

“I’m okay. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Decker smiled for real. “Your mother said you were a good kid. She wasn’t lying.”

“That’s me.” He pushed his glasses up on his nose. “You can put it on my gravestone. I was a good kid.”

“If I were you, I’d be seething with anger.”

Gabe looked up at the ceiling. “I guess it comes out. Like brawling with that idiot last night.” He shook his head and pulled a sheet of paper out of his back pocket. “Since I couldn’t sleep, I played with my computer. I went into the hospital’s Web site.”

“Which hospital is that?”

“Yeah, that’s right. You can’t read my mind. The hospital where my mom worked.”

That got Decker’s attention. “Find anything?”

Gabe handed him the piece of paper. “I wrote down all the Indian names that have passed through cardiology or cardiovascular surgery in the last eight years. Before then, my mom and I lived in Chicago. I think some of the names might be women. I don’t know if any of these guys was the guy my mom was talking to, but I wasn’t doing anything anyway, so…”

Decker regarded the surnames: Chopra, two Guptas, Mehra, two Singhs, Banerjee, Rangarajan, Rajput, Yadav, Mehta, and Lahiri. “None of them sound familiar?”

“Just Mehta, and only because of the famous conductor. Like I said, she didn’t tell me the guy’s name.”

“Would you recognize him from a picture?”

“I don’t think so.” He took a sip of coffee. “If you want, I could Google the guys, one at a time, and see if any of them had maharajas for a father. I’m not going to school today. It would give me something to do.”

Decker studied the boy. “And what would you do with the information?”

“Give it to you.”

“How about giving it to your father?”

Gabe crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why would I do that?”

“Why wouldn’t you do it? He’s looking for your mom, too.”

“Lieutenant, if he’s looking for her, it means that’s he’s as in the dark as we are. If he can find her quicker than you, why would that be bad?”

“Are you serious?”

“He won’t hurt her.”

“He already has hurt her.”

“Well, I don’t think he’d do it again.”