That's all I'm asking for. Heck, I'll take five . She checked her watch. When?I'm in the lobby of your building right now, he said. Can you get us a room?For five minutes? Sheesh, your wife wasn't kidding about your bedroom stamina . Dream on, Muse. Hear that ding? I'm stepping into the elevator. Get the room ready . Livingston police detective Lance Banner had a crew cut. He was big with features and a build that made you think of right angles. Loren had known him since elementary school and she still couldn't get that image out of her head, of what he looked like back then. That's how it is with kids you grew up with. You always see them as second-graders . Loren watched him hesitate when he entered, unsure how to greet her a kiss on the cheek or a more professional handshake. She took the lead and pulled him toward her and kissed his cheek. They were in an interrogation room, and they both headed for the interrogator seat. Banner pulled up, raised both hands, sat across from her . Maybe you should Mirandize me, he said . I 'll wait until I have enough for an arrest. So what have you got on Katie Rochester?No time for chitchat, eh?She just looked at him . Okay, okay, let's get to it then. Do you know a woman named Claire Biel?No . She lives in Livingston, Banner said. She would have been Claire Garman when we were kids . Still no . She was older than us anyway. Four, five years probably. He shrugged. I was just checking . Uh-huh, Loren said. Do me a favor, Lance. Pretend I'm your wife and skip the foreplay . Fine, here it is. She called me this morning. Claire Biel. Her daughter went out last night and hasn't come home . How old is she?She just turned eighteen . A ny sign of foul play?He made a face suggesting an inner debate. Then: Not yet . So?So normally we wait a little. Like you said on the phone over eighteen, no signs of violence . Like with Katie Rochester . Right . But?I know the parents a little. Claire was in school with my older brother. They live in the neighborhood. They're concerned, of course. But on the face of it, well, you figure the kid is just messing around. She got accepted to college the other day. Made Duke. Her first choice. She goes out partying with her friends. You know what I'm saying . I do . But I figure, what's the harm in doing a little checking, right? So I do the easiest thing. Just to satisfy the parents that their girl her name is Aimee, by the way that Aimee is okay . So what did you do?I ran her credit card number, see if Aimee made any charges or used an ATM. A nd?Sure enough. She took out a thousand dollars, the max, at an ATM machine at two in the morning .