You're a lawyer, aren't you, Mrs. Biel?I am . So help me out here: Where in the law does it say I have to tell you anything?Claire opened her mouth, closed it. Unduly harsh, Loren thought, but playing good cop/bad cop it's not just for the perps. Witnesses too. She didn't like it, but it was damn effective . Loren looked back at Lance. Lance picked up his cue. He coughed into his fist. We have some information linking Aimee with Myron Bolitar . Claire's eyes narrowed. What sort of information?The night before last, at two A . M., Aimee called him. First at home. Then on his cell phone. We know Mr. Bolitar then picked up his car from a garage in the city. Lance continued to explain the time line. Claire's face drained of color. Erik's hands tightened into fists . When Lance finished, when they were still too dazed to ask follow-up questions, Loren leaned forward. Is there any way that there may have been more between Myron and Aimee than family friends?Absolutely not, Claire said . Erik closed his eyes. Claire . . . What? she snapped. You can't possibly believe that Myron would get involved She called him right before . . . He shrugged. Why would Aimee call him? Why wouldn't he say something about that when I saw him at the gym?I don't know, but the idea she stopped, snapped her fingers wait, Myron's dating a friend of mine, as a matter of fact. Ali Wilder. An adult woman, thank you very much. A lovely widow with two kids of her own. The idea that Myron could possibly . . . Erik squeezed his eyes shut . Loren said, Mr. Biel?His voice was soft. Aimee hasn't been herself lately . How so?Erik's eyes were still shut. We both dismissed it as normal teenage stuff. But the last few months, she's been secretive . That is normal, Erik, Claire said . I t's gotten worse . Claire shook her head. You still think of her as your little girl. That's all it is . You know it's more than that, Claire . No, Erik, I don't . He closed his eyes again . What is it, Mr. Biel? Loren asked . Two weeks ago I tried to access her computer . Why?Because I wanted to read her e-mail . His wife glared at him, but he didn't see it or maybe he didn't care. Loren pushed ahead . So what happened?She changed her password. I couldn't get on . Because she wanted privacy, Claire said. You think that's unusual? I had a diary when I was a kid. I kept it locked with a key and still hid it. So what?Erik went on. I called our Internet provider. I'm the bill payer with the master account. So they gave me the new password. Then I went online to check her e-mails . A nd?He shrugged. They were gone. All of them. She'd deleted every one of them .