“Well, if you get to bed earlier, it might be easier to wake up earlier.” He was sounding preachy this morning. “How about some scrambled eggs?”

“If you insist.”

Decker took out a pan and three eggs. She liked only one yolk and the rest egg whites. He gave the eggs more substance by adding a little milk and cheese. “I need your professional help.”

Hannah looked up. “My help?”

“What do you know about the punk scene?”

“You mean the real punk scene or the retro punk scene.”

“The original period. I’m interested in a group called the Doodoo Sluts. They peaked in the late eighties.”

Hannah’s smile was genuine. “And the name’s for real?”

“Would I lie?”

“Yes, but probably not about this. I’ve never heard of them, Abba. Personally, I never got punk rock, but I am sorry I missed the grunge scene.”

“That’s too bad. I never understood Nirvana’s appeal. Jake loved them.”

“They’re not my favorite. I’m talking about Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, and Alice in Chains. But I digress. I have a friend who’s a maven on original punk rock. What do you want to know?”

“Anything he or she can tell me about the Doodoo Sluts.”

“It’s a he—Ari Fieger. He’s a bit of a nerd and overly pompous, but he knows his stuff.”

Decker spooned the scrambled eggs onto a plate. “Here you go.”

“You’re too good to me, Abba. And all I ever do is give you attitude.”

“You’re a terrific daughter.”

“Now you’re lying.”

“I’m telling the one-hundred-percent truth.” His cell phone rang: it was Marge. “Excuse me, sweetie. Yo.”

“I’m at the airport waiting for Continental to tell us how long we will be delayed. So far, it’s an hour.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“Weather, they say. It’s always weather.”

“When in doubt, blame it on the weather. When is your interview with Darnell Arlington?”

“Not until eight in the evening. So far we’re okay because I’ve built in an airline delay factor.”

“Marge, do you have your computer with you?”

“I do.”

“Does the wireless work?”

“It does. What do you need?”

“Everything you can find on the Doodoo Sluts. Spelled just like it sounds.” He heard her laughing on the other end. “Primo Ekerling was a member of the group. He was suing another former member named Rudy Banks. Ekerling is also involved in another suit with Banks…something about a record they coproduced and Banks withheld money.”

“Great. It’ll give me something to do. Or should I say doodoo.”

Decker smiled. “I’ll talk to you later.” He discontinued the call. “Ready?”

“Not really, but what’s my choice other than malingering.”

“That won’t get you anywhere. You’ll just have to make up the work.” Decker hoisted her backpack. “What’s in here? Lead?”