“That doesn’t help me.” She gave him the numbers. He said, “Want to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know what happened exactly.”

“Then tell me what you know inexactly.”

“I heard something loud in the living room. I heard Mommy shout ‘Run!’ I grabbed my phone and laptop and took off and jumped out the window. That’s how I hurt my ankle. It was a second-story apartment.”

He took out Terry’s personal phone and turned it on. “You and your mother planned an escape route just in case?”

“Yes, sir.”

Donatti looked up. “You can call me Chris.”

“Yes, sir … Chris.”

“Do you know your mother’s phone code?”

“It’s a bunch of numbers. I’ve got to think.”

“Her birthday maybe?”

“Not her birthday or mine or Sanjay’s. It’s one-one-oh-five or oh-six—”

Donatti smiled. “Eleven-oh-five-seventy-six.”

“Yeah … How’d you—?”

“It’s my birthday.” Once it was unlocked, Donatti started scrolling down the numbers in Terry’s call history. Devek had called her sixteen times in the previous five days. Donatti looked up Terry’s husband in the contacts and wrote down the number. “Is +91 the country code for India?”

“I think so.”

“Do you know the state code?”

“No, sorry.”

“I’ll find out.” Donatti wrote down some numbers and showed them to her. “Any of these look familiar?”

“No … sorry.”

He pocketed the phones, picked up the purse, and stood up. Then he gathered his dirty clothing and cocked his head in her direction. “C’mon.” As they walked to the elevator, he dumped his clothes in a hamper of dirty sheets.

The girl said, “Will she be okay?”

“I hope so.” The elevator came. He turned off the hall lights and they went inside. Donatti pushed the down button. “I’ll find someone to look at your ankle.”

“I’m okay.”

“I got eyes. You’re not okay.” She didn’t answer. He said, “Gabe tell you I was an ogre?”

“No.”

Her face was flat. Unlike her mother, he couldn’t read her. “I am an ogre.”

“You look like him … like Gabe.”

“No, he looks like me.”

Her skin darkened. “Yeah, I got the order a little mixed up.” A pause. “He’s tall, but not as tall as you.”

“Few people are.”

“And he has green eyes.”

“Your mother has gold eyes. Yellow and blue make green.”

“People say I look like Mommy.”

“People are correct.” The elevator doors opened. They walked over to the hallway chairs. She sat; he didn’t. Donatti talked to his men. “Everything quiet?”

“Not a soul, sir.”

Donatti checked his Rolex. “You two have been on shift for over ten hours. Go back and switch with Kent and Giraldi. Put in for overtime.”

Landon said, “I can stay if you want, Mr. Donatti.”

“No, no, I’m fine. Nothing to do except wait. Go.”