We're good to go . I 'm almost there, she said. Then to Myron: What exit did you take Ridgewood Avenue or Linwood?Linwood . She repeated it into the microphone. She pointed at the green sign through the windshield. Linwood Avenue West or East?Whichever one says Ridgewood . That would be west . He sat back. She took the ramp. Do you remember how far away from here?I'm not sure. We drove straight for a while. Then we started making a lot of turns. I don't remember . Loren frowned. You don't hit me as the forgetful type, Myron . Then I got you fooled . Where were you before she called?At a wedding . Drink much?More than I should have . Were you drunk when she called?I probably would have passed a Breathalyzer . But you were, shall we say, feeling it?Yes . I ronic, don't you think?Like an Alanis Morissette song, he said. I have a question for you . I 'm not really into answering your questions, Myron . You asked me if I knew Katie Rochester. Was that just routine two missing girls or do you have a reason to believe that their disappearances are related?You're kidding, right?I just need to know Squat. You need to know squat. Now walk me through it again. Everything. What Aimee said, what you said, the phone calls, the drop-off, everything . He did. On the corner of Linwood Avenue, Myron noticed a Ridgewood police car slide in behind them. Lance Banner sat in the passenger seat . They coming along for jurisdiction? Myron asked . More like protocol. Do you remember where you drove from here?I think we turned right by that big pool . Okay. I have a map up on the computer. We'll try to find the culde-sacs and see what happens . Myron's hometown of Livingston was nouveau and Jewish-y, former farmland converted into look-alike clusters of split-levels, with one big mall. Ridgewood was old Victorians and WASPy, lusher landscapes, and a true town center with restaurants and shops. The houses in Ridgewood were built in a variety of eras. Trees lined both sides of the streets, age tilting them toward the center to form a protective canopy. There was less sameness here . Was this street familiar?Myron frowned. He couldn't say. Not much sameness during the day, but at night, it all looked woodsy. Loren headed down a cul-de-sac. Myron shook his head. Then another and another. The roads twisted seemingly without reason or plan, like something in an abstract painting . More dead ends . You said before that Aimee didn't seem drunk, Loren said . That's right . How did she seem?Distraught. He sat up. I was thinking that maybe she'd broken up with her boyfriend. I think his name is Randy. Have you talked to him yet?No . Why not?I need to explain myself to you?It's not that, but a girl vanishes, you investigate There wasn't an investigation. She's of age, no signs of violence, missing only a few hours . . .