"They seem to. Of course, we're a magnet for the troublemakers – dropouts, truants, delinquents. We get them when everyone else gives up. We only have a handful of teachers and we keep the classes small. Most of our students do poorly in an academic setting. Basically, they're good kids, but some are slow. Short attention spans. They're easily frustrated and most of them suffer from poor self-images. With a regular high school curriculum, they lose heart. Here the emphasis is practical. We cover the basics – reading, writing, and math – but we teach them how to write a resume, how to dress for a job interview, simple etiquette. Art and music, too, just to round them out."

"Sounds like something every school should do."

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

The phone on her desk rang, but she made no move. "You want to answer that?"

"They'll try back. I'm often out of the office and they've learned. You have a business card?"

"Sure."

"Why don't you give me a number. I'll try to reach Betty Puckett and have her give you a call."

"That'd be great." I took out a card and jotted down the name of the motel, the phone number, and my room number on the back. "I appreciate this."

"I can't swear she'll know the girl, but if she was ever a student here, I promise you, Betty dealt with her."

"One more question: Dr. Nettleton seemed to think this girl was in a foster home, so I'm wondering if Social Services might help?"

"I doubt it. They closed that office years ago, and I have no idea how you'd locate the old files. It'd be Riverside County, but that's as much as I know. You'll have a battle on your hands. They're worse than schools are about access to records, especially on a juvenile."

"Too bad. I had hopes, but I guess not."

"Sorry."

"I'll figure it out eventually. It's just a question of time."

When I left Lockaby, I was no better informed, but I was feeling encouraged. Once in the car again, I sat for a moment, beating out a little rhythm on the steering wheel. Now what? In the confusion of the moment, I hadn't thought to ask Dolan what he'd learned from the Quorum PD and the sheriffs office about the old missing-persons reports. I'd ask him when I went to visit. I did a mental check of our list. The only item we hadn't covered yet was the issue of the tarp and whether one had been stolen at the time the Mustang was taken. I started the car and backed out of the slot, took a left on the Kennedy Pike, and returned to town.