Mickey said, “Hey, Spoon?”

“Give me a second to organize our findings,” Spoon said. “Talk amongst yourselves.”

Ema and Mickey came over to Myron. He had debated getting them involved in something like this—they had already experienced too much of this kind of stuff for ones so young—but as Mickey had pointed out, this was what they did.

Myron remembered something. “Esperanza said you wanted to see her.”

“That was more me,” Ema said.

“It was both of us,” Mickey said. “We talked to Big Cyndi too.”

“What about?”

Mickey and Ema exchanged a glance. Ema said, “Little Pocahontas and Big Chief Mama.”

“What about them?”

“They might have been funny in the day,” Ema said. “They aren’t funny now.”

“It’s just kitsch,” Myron said. “They don’t mean any harm. It’s all just a nostalgic throwback.”

“Esperanza made the same argument,” Ema said.

“Times change, Myron,” Mickey added.

“We just suggested she get in touch with a friend of mine who is Navajo.”

“How did that go?” Myron asked.

“Don’t know. They haven’t talked yet.”

Spoon said, “I got it.” He started waving at Myron. “Come here, take a look.”

Spoon stayed on the enormous beanbag chair. Myron bent down, his bad knee creaking a bit, and collapsed next to him. Spoon pushed up his glasses and pointed to the screen.

“Tamryn Rogers,” he began, “has almost no social media presence. She does possess a Facebook and a Snapchat account, but she rarely uses either. Everything she does do is set on private. We assume that this is because her father is a wealthy hedge fund manager. The family keeps a low profile. With me so far?”

Myron adjusted his body in the beanbag chair. It was hard to get comfortable. “With you.”

“We know about her summer internship at the television station. We know that she is sixteen years old. We know she goes to an elite boarding school called St. Jacques in Switzerland.” Spoon looked at Myron. “Did you know that in Switzerland it’s illegal to keep just one guinea pig?”

Ema said, “Spoon.”

“I did not,” Myron said.

“You have to have them in pairs,” Spoon explained. “See, guinea pigs are sociable animals, so it’s cruel to have only one. Or that’s what the Swiss think.”

Ema again said, “Spoon.”

“Right, sorry. Anyway, the only photo of Tamryn Rogers I could find is her profile pic on Facebook. So I took that image and I put it through an image search. Nothing came back. That’s not surprising, of course. Image searches find identical photographs only. Why would someone else have her profile photograph? Still with me?”

“Still with you,” Myron said.

“So I decided to take it to the next level. I located a beta program that uses facial verification software across several social media sites. You may have seen the technology on Facebook.”

“I don’t use Facebook.”

“You what?”

Myron shrugged.

“But all old people use Facebook,” Spoon protested.

Ema said, “Spoon.”

“Right, okay, so let me explain. Let’s say you post a group photograph of your friends on Facebook. Facebook has a new AI software called DeepFace that automatically performs a facial verification search on the photo.”