“Wait! There’s more. Get this. ‘…to his impoverished life in Miami, to his move to L.A. and his struggle to the top.’ Studio thinks Juarez’s a successful businessman. Seems he’s done very well in the commodities market! ’Course we won’t mention his undeclared income derived from illegal chemicals and women.”

“Did you enlighten Miss Secretary?”

“I tried, Marge, but some people just don’t want to be enlightened.” Decker shook his head. “The upshot is, the scum’s ass is covered, and my friend’s head is still in the noose. So there you have it. Now I did Show and Tell. It’s your turn.”

“I’m looking through booking slips.”

“I gathered that.”

“Remember that child-stealer, Douglas Miller, the one Charlie Benko was looking for?”

“The father of the little girl we thought might have been Katie?”

“That’s the one. Doug Miller was booked here about six months ago on a five-oh-two. Only he didn’t use the name Doug Miller. I’m trying to…This is it!” She held up a slip. “I don’t believe it. Rusty Duralt! This is the one, I swear it is! Man, will you look at this.”

“What?” Decker asked.

“He was booked five months, three weeks, two days ago! I knew it was about six months. God, I’m great.”

Decker smiled.

Marge said, “Rusty Duralt is a marked man.” She looked at Decker. “Do me a favor. Call this number and find out if they have a little girl there named Heather—No, wait. That’s no good. It’ll make the wife suspicious.”

“If the wife knew her husband kidnapped his daughter.”

“But she might know.”

Decker nodded. He thought a moment. According to the information, Heather Miller or whatever her name was now should be about two and a half. Could still be in diapers at that age. He said, “Give me the number.”

Marge read off the digits, and Decker dialed the phone. A woman answered on the second ring. He explained he was doing a promotional for Pampers. Did they have any young children in the house? If they did, Proctor and Gamble would be happy to send them a free economy box of their newest line of disposable diapers. The woman answered him back, and Decker smiled.

“Uh-huh, two little girls,” Decker said. “And what are their ages so I’ll know what size to send them?”

Marge held her breath. A moment later, Decker gave her the thumbs-up sign.

“And you’re still at the address…” Decker snapped his fingers, Marge shoved the booking slip under his nose. “Nine-five-five-six Pantella Way? Good. We’ll send out those diapers right away.”

Marge yanked on his arm, and scribbled furiously on a piece of paper.