“You said you found them at five in the morning. They were already dead. Does Dr. Baldwin do therapy in the wee hours of the morning?”

“He does therapy twenty-four hours a day, Lieutenant. That’s what makes him remarkable. I hope you’re not implying something.”

“No, I’m just asking questions.”

“Then you should start asking questions about the other Dr. Baldwin—Dee Baldwin. I can’t seem to reach her. She’s not answering her pager or the phone. I’m concerned.”

“Can you give me the numbers? I’ll send over some officers to her residence.”

“You bet.” Tarpin fished through his pockets. “Have a pencil?”

Decker handed him his notepad and pen.

“I hope this isn’t any kind of vendetta. They’ve worked with all kinds of unbalanced teenagers.” Tarpin scribbled down numbers. “This is her pager, this one’s the cell phone, this is the office, and the residence.”

Decker reclaimed his pad and pen, then dialed from his cell phone—dead in the wilds. “I’ll have to use the mike in the SUV. This isn’t working in this range.”

Two murdered, one missing.

Decker said, “All the rest of the camp’s boys are accounted for, Corporal Tarpin?”

“Yes.” Tarpin turned his head and spit on the ground. “Are you going to question them?”

“I’d like to.”

“It wasn’t one of them. None of them could pull this off and be so quiet about it. I didn’t hear a damn thing. Besides, these boys here are rank amateurs. The Baldwins don’t take the hardened juvenile cases in their camp. Too much risk.”

“What did these boys do to bring them here?”

“Petty stuff…or just acting out with Mama and Papa. They’re on the wrong track, but when push comes to shove, they’re basically spoiled, rich-kid pussies. They think they’re tough, but they wouldn’t last a week on the mean streets.” Tarpin’s bald head was sweating. “He deals with other kids, more disturbed kids. You might want to start looking there.”

“I’ll start with these boys.” Decker walked toward the Jeep to make his calls. “Mainly because they’re here and so am I.”

Tarpin dogged him. “They didn’t do it. They’re all like Ernesto. You think a kid like Ernesto could have done that?” He answered his own question. “Not a chance. None of them could do it. You’ll see when you talk to them.”

Decker opened the door to the four-wheel drive. “I have every intention of doing that just as soon as I put in the call to find Dee Baldwin—the living before the dead, Corporal.”