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tell you?” Pratt said.
    â€œHe’s alive. Moon is harder to kill than a government program. He’s a kung fu master. He trained at the Shaolin Temple in China.”
    â€œReally.”
    â€œI know that sounds silly, Josh, but it’s not. He went to China. He was gone for six months. If you Google Shaolin Temple you’ll find their home page. Anybody can train there.” She toed the rug. “He’s a Sioux Indian. Do you see this cougar skin? Moon killed it with a bow and arrow. I keep it to remind myself what he was like.”
    â€œTell Josh about the abduction,” Cass said.
    Ginger looked inward. Sadness set in around her eyes. “I told him I didn’t want to see him anymore. The same day the police raided his lab. There was a shoot-out and a War Bonnet died. Moon was convinced I’d fingered him. This fucking bitch he was banging may have told him. Eric was three months old. I thought Moon was gone forever. He’s obsessed with revenge. He always told me that and God knows I saw enough proof of it. I only went outside for a minute, to take a look at the garden. I left Eric sleeping in his crib and when I came back he was gone. I saw a truck beating it down the street. It was too far away to see the license.
    â€œI phoned the cops right away …” She stared at her lap. A sob broke the surface of her lips. Cass sat on the armrest and put an arm around her.
    â€œCome on, babe. Tell it all. Pratt’s gonna make it right.”
    Pratt wished she hadn’t said that.
    Ginger pulled a tissue from a robe pocket and honked. “That was sixteen years ago. I have not heard one word from or about Eric since. The police did everything they could. They put out a nationwide bulletin. America’s Most Wanted did a segment. Nothing. It’s what Moon does. He claimed to have ‘second sight,’ whatever that is. And sometimes, it seemed as if he knew what was going to happen before it happened. Used to freak the shit out of everybody, but it was probably just his spooky personality and the power of suggestion. Moon can be very persuasive. He’s not stupid.”
    â€œI’ll need everything you’ve got on this guy—pictures, correspondence, whatever. I’ll need you to make me a list of his known associates and hidey holes.”
    Ginger reached for the black valise. “I’ve been keeping that list for years.”
    â€œWhy didn’t you try to find him before?”
    Ginger threw her hands in the air with a half sob, half laugh. “I don’t know what else I could have done! I hired a private detective. All he did was take my money. I was insane with grief and worry. I even went to club hangouts to find him. I was nearly raped several times. The police warned me to stop looking. So I stopped. What else was I supposed to do? Nathan knows nothing of this. I’m going to have to tell him.”
    â€œNathan is your husband?” Pratt said.
    â€œYes. Nathan Munz. He’s a developer. We’ve been very happy together. He treats me like a queen. He knows I have a sketchy past and he accepts me the way I am. I’ve got two wonderful step-kids. I should be happy.” She laughed/sobbed.
    â€œI get two hundred a day plus expenses. I report every Monday.”
    â€œCass,” Ginger gestured toward the patio doors. “Would you bring me my checkbook from the kitchen alcove?”
    Cass went inside.
    â€œHow bad is it?” Pratt said.
    â€œRight now it’s not too bad. It comes and goes. I have good days and I have bad days. The trouble is it affects everything else. Today is kind of a middle day. Listen. I have to tell you something. It’s something that Moon told me.”
    She paused, as if gathering herself. “When Moon was seven years old he went to the county fair with his father. Moon wandered off by himself. While he was walking, another boy snuck up behind him and jabbed a pin in his