“Alright,” Lefleur sighed, “one more time.”

Containing her sigh, the younger agent rattled off, “22 to 29 hours missing, gone by 5 AM today…er, yesterday, right?”

Lefleur checked his watch and rubbed his eyes, “12:07, right.”

“Anyway, staff went in to get her ready for daddy’s arrival from his business trip,” for which she put finger quotes, “for the State Department,” again, more finger quotes.

“Right, he’s a spook. And where is he now?”

“Held up in Bangkok.”

“Right, go on.”

“Local PD is here by 7:00 to do preliminaries…”

“And we’re called by lunch because…”

“Dad’s a spook, and they found fluids, male fluids, on her bedspread.”

“Did we get DNA back on that yet?”

“Lab says it’s trace, or degraded or something.”

“Or something?”

“Um, yes.”

Rolling his eyes Lefleur quipped, “I just love a good something in a case.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“S’alright, Agent Grey. We’ll run search parties in the morning, but for now you head for home.”

“Motel, sir.”

“Hmm, right, motel. That’s the life, ain’t it?”