“A lot of them were home-schooling people. But I really wanted to go to public school and I made a big deal out of it. Bud didn’t want me to but Mom finally agreed. But she said if I told anybody about her, what she’d done, I’d go to jail too as an assistant . . . no, an accomplice. And men would do stuff to me there. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Oh, honey.” Sachs squeezed her hand. Amelia Sachs wanted children badly and knew that, one way or another, they were in her future. She was appalled that a mother had put her child through this.

“And sometimes, when it got real bad, I’d think about you and pretend you were my mother. I didn’t know your name. Maybe I heard it back then but I couldn’t remember. So I gave you another one: Artemis. From this book I read about mythology. She was the goddess of the hunt. Because you killed that mad dog—the one that was attacking me.” She looked down. “It’s a stupid name.”

“No, no, it’s a wonderful name. I love it. . . . You recognized me in the alleyway Tuesday, didn’t you? When you were in the car?”

“Yeah. I think you were meant to be there—to save me again. Don’t you think things like that happen?”

No, Sachs didn’t. But she said, “Life works in funny ways sometimes.”

A city car pulled up and a social worker Sachs knew climbed out and joined them.

“Whoa.” The woman, a pretty African-American, rubbed her hands together in front of the heater vent. “It’s not even winter yet officially. This isn’t fair.” She’d been making arrangements for the girl and she now explained, “We’ve found a couple real nice foster families. There’s one in Riverdale I’ve known for years. You’ll stay there for the next few days while we see if we can track down some of your relatives.”

Pammy was frowning. “Can I get a new name?”

“A new—?”

“I don’t want to be me anymore. And I don’t want my mother to talk to me again. And I don’t want any of those people she’s with to find me.”

Sachs preempted whatever the social worker was going to say. “We’ll make sure nothing happens to you. That’s a promise.”

Pammy hugged her.

“So I can see you again?” Sachs asked.

Trying to contain her excitement at this, the girl said, “I guess. If you want.”

“How ’bout shopping tomorrow?”

“Okay. Sure.”

“Good. It’s a date.” Sachs had an idea. “Hey, you like dogs?”

“Yeah, some folks I stayed with in Missouri had one. I liked him better than the people.”

She called Thom at Rhyme’s town house. “Got a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Any takers on Jackson yet?”

“Nope. He’s still up for adoption.”