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Vivian retreated to a far corner of the publishing office to call Jack with what she'd learned from the victim's coworkers. Sam was still talking to one of them, reviewing some of the details and confirming everything the guy had told them. It wasn't very promising, although they did get a lead and a reason as to why the victim had trashed her apartment before disappearing.

Jack picked up on the second ring. "Malone."

"It's me," Vivian said, as Sam walked over to join her. "Sam and I just finished talking to some of Kate's coworkers."

"What did you find?"

Vivian pulled out her notepad and scanned everything that she'd written down. "Gavin Patterson, he's a copy editor with Kate, said that she was fine all day until her afternoon cigarette break, which she took around three."

"Do you know what set her off?"

Vivian nodded, even though Jack couldn't see her. "Yeah, we found one of the regular smokers, and she said that someone on the tenth floor – which is a law firm, we already checked – saw Kate's boyfriend at a restaurant with someone matching the roommate's description two nights ago."

There was a pause on the other end. "So the roommate is the other woman?"

"Apparently," Vivian said, shrugging. "More than one person has confirmed that after her cigarette break Kate became agitated, and I've got half a dozen people telling me that Kate said she was going to kill her roommate."

"Well, that gives us motive," Jack said. "What time did Kate leave the office?"

Vivian consulted the notepad again. "Office closes at four – she left around quarter after. What time did the roommate say she got home from work?"

"She was in DC for the day, claims she got back around two in the morning. The apartment was a mess, but she said this has happened before, so she didn't think anything of it. It wasn't until she woke up this morning that she realized her roommate was missing."

"There's a perceptive roommate," Vivian said, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, Viv. Good work. Martin and I are on our way to Kate's parents'. You and Sam meet us there. I'll call Danny and see if he got anything out of the roommate."

16 Hours Missing

Danny quickly forgot that he was supposed to be working. He'd tried asking Molly about this Steve guy, but Molly didn't seem to know much about him. She said he wasn't very talkative with her and that she never pried into her roommate's love life. In the end, Danny gave him. But then she'd started asking him questions – basic stuff like favorite color and movie – and the more she asked him, the more it seemed like they were on a date. Now it was his turn.

"Favorite book," Danny said, watching Molly move about the kitchen. In addition to making him coffee, she'd opted to make breakfast as well. In fact, she'd insisted.

"That's easy," she said, stretching up on her toes to reach something on the top cabinet shelf. "The Da Vinci Code."

Danny raised his eyebrows. He didn't picture her as a thriller kind of person. He'd imagined a shelf full of tattered romance novels, but when he glanced at the hastily reassembled bookshelf, he noticed several copies of said book. He tried again. "Favorite movie?"

She leaned over to the fridge and retrieved a carton of eggs. "A Beautiful Mind."

Danny sighed. She was a hard person to figure out. He was good at figuring people out – most people fit a certain type. But Molly was totally different. She was a sorority girl, so he'd imagined a fairly loose party girl. When he found out she didn't drink, he thought she was a reformed bad girl. But now she'd admitted that her favorite movie was about a tortured math genius and her favorite book was about hidden codes in old paintings. It didn't fit into any of the standards. She was a walking contradiction.

"Why exactly are you doing this?" Danny asked.

Molly finally turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. "Doing what?"

Danny nodded at the vast array of breakfast items she'd already made. "You don't have to make breakfast."

She made a noise in the back of her throat. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, Agent Taylor," she said, turning back to the eggs. "I haven't had anything to eat since about noon yesterday, so I'm a little hungry. The fact that you happen to be here is purely coincidental."

"Really?" Danny asked, making his way into the kitchen. He leaned on the counter and watched her scramble eggs.

She whipped the eggs vigorously for several moments before turning to face him again. "If I don't do something to keep myself busy, I'm going to break down. Pass me the pepper."

He glanced around and found the pepper on the island by the sink. He handed it to her, and she sprinkled it on the eggs. "Look," he said, "are you sure there isn't anything you can tell me about Kate's boyfriend?"

Molly moved the skillet off the stove and stuck a plate of bacon in the microwave. She turned around, leaning against the counter. "I don't like him."

Danny smiled in spite of himself. "Not exactly what I was looking for."

"Most of Kate's boyfriends never had any problems talking to me," Molly said. "But Steve, for some reason, doesn't open up. I only know his phone number and his address in case there's an emergency and I need to get a hold of Kate." The microwave beeped, and Molly pulled the plate out and set it beside the skillet of eggs. "People who don't talk are usually hiding something."

Danny shook his head. "And how do you know that?"

She winked at him. "We can smell our own." She gestured to the food. "Help yourself."

The Davidsons lived in a penthouse on Central Park West and didn't seem all that concerned for the welfare of their daughter. At least, Martin thought so. Mr. and Mrs. Davidson – both physicians in private practice – had invited the four agents in as if they were hosting a dinner party. They'd offered everyone drinks, despite the fact that it was only around ten-thirty in the morning, and proceeded to complain loudly about the price of insurance, even while Jack tried to ask them about their daughter.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davidson," Jack said, "I'm confuse. You don't seem to be too worried about your daughter's disappearance."

Mrs. Davidson was small – a short, slender woman with sleek black hair. She laughed in a high, girlish voice before she said, "Oh, Agent Malone, Katie does this all the time. Why, she'll probably turn up around dinner and wonder what all the fuss is about."

Jack sighed through gritted teeth. "With all due respect, Mrs. Davidson, your daughter's roommate doesn't seem to think so."

Mrs. Davidson laughed again. "Well, Molly has always been a little protective of Katie. Why, just last week Molly told Katie that she didn't think her boyfriend was good enough for her."

Martin perked up at that. "You mean Steve?"

"Yes, Steve," Mrs. Davidson said. She stumbled over to the wet bar to pour herself another martini. "The six of us were having dinner last Friday, I think it was, and afterwards the girls got into a big argument about it."

Molly dragged Kate into the bathroom and turned on the vent so that no one would be able to hear them, but Mrs. Davidson refused to allow any secrets in the house, so she listened outside the door.

"I don't think you should see Steve anymore," Molly said.

"What?" Kate said. "Why?"

"I just don't think he's good enough for you. He's hiding something, I know he is."

"You're just saying that because you want him for yourself."

"What? You're insane. I would never do that to you. I just don't like him."

"Well, I do! And that's all that matters, isn't it?"

"So Molly doesn't like Steve?" Jack asked.

Mrs. Davidson nodded. "But it's only in the past few months that she's really said anything. Katie's been seeing Steve for over a year, but Molly hasn't mentioned it until just recently."

"How recently?" Vivian asked. "Can you remember exactly when this started happening?"

"Exactly?" Mrs. Davidson asked, and Martin could tell that she was already tipsy. Her words were starting to slur. "Oh, I'm not sure exactly. I think it started around three months ago."

"Three months," Sam said, casting a pointed look at Jack, which pissed Martin off, although he knew it had absolutely nothing to do with anything other than the case. He still reserved the right to be angry when his girlfriend – or whatever she was – shared secrets looks with her former lover.

"Mrs. Davidson," Vivian said, "one of your daughter's coworkers claimed to have seen Molly eating with Steve two nights ago. Did your daughter mention anything to you about this?"

Mrs. Davidson shook her head. "No, Katie and I aren't that close. But I'd believe it. I don't think Molly would do anything to intentionally hurt Katie, of course, but last week during dinner I did notice that Steve seemed to be paying more attention to Molly than to Katie. I think he's always had a little crush on Molly, personally."