“To come up with more diddly-squat?” Davidson looked up from the notes and sat back in his seat. “We need evidence of a crime. You got nothing so far.”

Marge was quiet.

Davidson said, “Let me give you the lowdown, Dunn. Boys were in school. The parents had lunch with the sister. The wife…what’s her name?”

“Dalia,” Marge said.

“Yeah, Dalia. She didn’t go back to her office after lunch, right?”

Marge nodded.

“Okay. She doesn’t go back to her office, Yalom doesn’t go back to his office. Lunch ended around what time…” He looked at the papers. “Around two. So we lose track of the parents around two. We lose track of the boys around three-ten. Where would the family go? I vote home.”

Davidson waited for a comment. He got nothing so he went on.

“Say they all met at home around three-thirty. Then we don’t hear from no one in the family. Except the younger kid, Dov, calls his cousin around five that same day. That was three days ago and you’re still no closer to finding them.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” Marge said.

“You got another way to look at it, Dunn? Show me your fancy footwork, huh?”

Decker couldn’t control himself. “Someone else might call it a comprehensive initial investigation.”

“Yeah, well, I ain’t someone else and I call it shit.”

Marge said. “My gut tells me something happened.”

“That’s just great, Dunn. My gut tells me something happened, too. Problem is guts aren’t admissible evidence to a grand jury. You don’t even have a suspect, let alone a perp. You don’t even know if you have a crime.”

“Whole families just don’t disappear,” Marge said.

“Sure they do, Dunn,” Davidson said. “It’s called the Witness Protection Program. Did you get a good look at this guy’s passport?” He thumbed through Yalom’s official document. “If the Feds have them stashed somewhere, you ain’t going to find them.”

Marge said, “Then why would the boys’ passports be missing and the parents’ passports be left behind?”

Davidson said, “Parents had to stick around for the Feds to testify for something or other. But they shipped the kids off to Israel. How does that sound?”

“The sister has spoken to her parents in Israel,” Decker said. “The boys aren’t there.”

“If she’s telling the truth,” Davidson said. “You notice she’s not bugging us like she was.”

“That’s because we’re doing something,” Decker said.

Davidson was quiet for a moment. “Look, we all know something isn’t right. I vote spy.” He plopped Yalom’s passport on the desk. “Yalom’s something covert. If the family’s in hiding, we’re not going to find any of them. Nor am I interested in finding them.”

“So you’re saying we should fold our tents?” Marge said.