'Jessica.'

She looked up. Her mother stood in the doorway. Her eyes were sunken, her face a skeletal death mask. Her body swayed as though she were about to topple over.

'What are you doing in here?' Carol asked.

'Just looking around,' she said.

Carol nodded, her head bobbing on the string that was her neck. 'Find anything?'

'Not yet.'

Carol sat down. She stared straight ahead, her eyes unfocused. 'She was always such a happy child,' she said slowly. Her fingers fiddled with prayer beads, her gaze still far off. 'Kathy never stopped smiling. She had such a wonderful, happy smile. It lit up any room she entered. You and Edward,

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well, you were both more brooding. But Kathy - she had a smile for everyone and everything. Do you remember?'

'Yes,' Jessica said. 'I remember.'

'Your father used to joke that she had the personality of a born-again cheerleader,' Carol added, chuckling at the memory. 'Nothing ever brought her down.' She stopped, the chuckle fading away. 'Except, I guess, me.'

'Kathy loved you, Mom.'

She sighed deeply, her chest heaving as though even a sigh took great effort. 'I was a strict mother with you girls. Too strict, I guess. I was old fashioned.'

Jessica did not reply.

'I just didn't want you or your sister to…' She lowered her head.

'To what?'

She shook her head. Her fingers moved across the beads at a more fervid pace. For a long time neither of them spoke. Then Carol said, 'You were right before, Jessica. Kathy changed.'

'When?'

'Her senior year.'

'What happened?'

Tears sprang to Carol's eyes. Her mouth tried to form words, her hands moving in gestures of helplessness. 'The smile,' she replied with something like a shrug. 'One day it was gone.'

'Why?'

Her mother wiped her eyes. Her lower lip quivered. Jessica's heart reached out to her, but for some reason the rest of her couldn't. She sat and watched her suffering, strangely uninvolved, as if she were watching a late-night tearjerker on cable.

'I'm not trying to hurt you,' Jessica said. I just want to find Kathy.'

I know, sweetheart.'

I think,' Jessica continued, 'that whatever changed Kathy is connected to her disappearance.'

Her mother's shoulders sagged. 'Merciful God.'

'I know it hurts,' Jessica said. 'But if we can find Kathy, if we can find who killed Dad-'

Carol's head shot up. 'Your father was killed in a robbery.'

I don't think so. I think it's all connected. Kathy's disappearance, Dad's murder, everything.'

'But - how?'

I don't know yet. Myron is helping me find out.'

The doorbell rang.

'That'll be Uncle Paul,' her mother said, heading for the door.

'Mom?'

Carol stopped but did not turn around.

'What's going on? What are you afraid to tell me?'

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The doorbell rang again.

'I better get that,' Carol said. She hurried down the stairs.

'So,' Win began, 'Frank Ache wants to kill you.'

Myron nodded. 'Seems so.'

'A shame.'

'If he'd only get to know me. The real me.'

They sat in the front row at Titans Stadium. Out of the goodness of his heart, Otto had agreed to let Christian practice. That, and the fact that veteran quarterback Neil Decker was beyond horrendous.

The morning session had been a lot of wind sprints and walking through plays. The afternoon session, however, was a bit of a surprise. The players were in full gear, almost unheard of this early on in the year.

'Frank Ache is not a kind fellow,' Win said.

'He likes torturing animals.'

'Excuse me?'

'A friend of mine knew him growing up,' Myron explained. 'Frank Ache's favorite hobby was to chase down cats and dogs and bash in their heads with a baseball bat.'

I bet that impressed the girls,' Win said.

Myron nodded.

I assume, then, that you will be in need of my unique services.'

'For a few days, anyway,' Myron replied.

'Goodie. May I also assume that you have a plan?'

'I'm working on it. Feverishly.'

Christian jogged out on the field. He moved in that effortless way great athletes do. He got into the huddle, broke it, and approached the line of scrimmage.

'Full contact!' a coach yelled out.

Myron looked at Win. I don't like this.'

'What?'

'Full contact on the first day.'

Christian started calling out numbers. Then he gave a few hut-huts before the ball was snapped to him. He faded back to pass.

'Oh, shit,' Myron said.

Tommy Lawrence, the Titans' All-Pro linebacker, charged forward unblocked. Christian saw him too late. Tommy placed his helmet into Christian's sternum and slammed him to the ground - the kind of tackle that hurts like hell but doesn't do any permanent damage. Two other defenders piled on.

Christian got up, wincing and holding his chest. Nobody helped him.

Myron stood.

Win stopped him with a shake of his head. 'Sit down, Myron.'

Otto Burke came down the stairs, entourage in tow.

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Myron glared at him. Otto smiled brightly. He made a tsk-tsk noise. 'I traded a lot of popular veterans to get him,' he said. 'It looks like some of the guys aren't too thrilled.'

'Sit down, Myron,' Win repeated.

Myron hesitated, then complied.

Christian limped back to the huddle. He called the next play and again approached the line of scrimmage. He surveyed the defense, yelled out numbers and hut-huts, then took the snap from the center. He stepped back. Tommy Lawrence blitzed again over left guard, completely untouched.

Christian froze. Tommy bore down on him. He leaped like a panther, his arms stretched out for a bone-crushing tackle. Christian moved at the very last moment. Not a big move. Just a slight shift, actually. Tommy flew by him and landed on the ground. Christian pumped and threw a bomb.

Complete pass.

Myron turned around, grinning. 'Hey, Otto?'

'What?'

'Kiss my grits.'

Otto's smile did not falter. Myron wondered how he did that, if his mouth was frozen that way, like the threat a little kid hears from his mom when he's making faces. Otto nodded and walked away. His entourage followed in a row, like a family of mallard ducks.

Win looked at Myron. 'Kiss my grits?'

Shrug. 'Paying homage to Flo on Alice.'

'You watch too much television.'

'Listen, I've been thinking.'

'Oh?'

'About Gary Grady,' Myron said.

'What about him?'

'He has an affair with a student. She vanishes a year or so later. Time passes and her picture ends up in a porno ad he runs.'

'Your point being?'

'It's crazy.'

'So is everything about this case.'

Myron shook his head. 'Think about it. Grady admits having an affair with Kathy, right? So what would be the last thing he'd want to do?'

'Publicize it.'

'Yet her picture ends up in his ad.'

'Ah.' Win nodded. 'You believe someone is setting him up.'

'Exactly.'

'Who?'

'Fred Nickler would be my bet,' Myron said.

'Hmm. He did hand over Grady's p.o. box without much debate.'

'And he has the power to switch photos in his own magazine.'

'So what do you suggest?' Win asked.

I'd like you to check out Mr Fred Nickler very thoroughly. Maybe talk to him again. Talk,' Myron repeated. 'Not visit.'

On the field Christian was fading back again. For the third straight time Tommy Lawrence blitzed over left guard untouched. In fact, the left guard stood with his hands on his hips and watched.