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has told us they had been to Spaceplex, they became separated when she went to get some coins, he couldn’t find her, he searched the premises for her and when he couldn’t find her, he had her paged and then they called police.”
    You have to admit, the phone call, ‘a man has me and is coming at me with a knife.’ Kinda strange?
    “We are in possession of the tape from the godmother and we are verifying its authenticity.”
    Sounds as if she is being put up to making that call?
    “Can’t comment at this point.”
    The next interview was less predictable. Sal was sweating profusely even before cameras started rolling. It was the regular cast of characters crowded into Siben & Siben’s conference room. The Long Island press corps was a tight group—the same faces for years and we all knew the pecking order—who would get the first question in, who would dwell on the obvious, who would ask the uncomfortable but necessaryquestion and who would have the last word. Even the attorneys in the room were familiar faces. Andrew Siben and his Uncle Sidney seemed to have cornered the market on odd-ball Long Island stories that were television news magnets. In fact, Sidney Siben made no apologies as a self-proclaimed publicity hound. 4
    Salvatore Inghilleri was the only unknown entity in the room but was perfectly cast in the part of the dirty Uncle Albert. Life’s wardrobe department certainly didn’t have to struggle to outfit him. Wearing a pleather “Member’s Only” jacket, complete with the requisite aviator sunglasses hanging precariously from the front pocket, he squirmed uneasily while folding his black finger-nailed hands in front of his huge frame. His neck hung heavily from his indistinguishable chin and his wiry wavy hair was full of improbable grey for his 39 years.
    Do you have any doubts about the sincerity of Katie’s mother Marilyn?
    “Yeah, She’s a phony, anyone can see past those tears.”
    You don’t think she’s distraught?
    “I know this girl a very long time. I know her inside out like a book, and those are phony tears.”
    Why?
    “Why? Maybe she has a sick mind. I don’t know.”
    Sal had told a parade of reporters that Marilyn had abandoned “the kid” when she was two months “to, you know, my wife because she didn’t want to raise the kid, then her mother decided to come back into the picture.” The two women, Sal said, were now bitterly feuding over custody and Marilyn was on the war path. The battle also seemed to cost Katie any semblance of a normal education. Her attendance in school was spotty, as she was moved from one school district to the other, and it was unclear to school officials in both Bay Shore and Mastic Beach where Katie was permanently residing. The tensions between the families also muddied the apparent sex abuse case against Sal. It was Marilyn who filed charges against Sal alleging he molested Katie.
    Have you been served with an order of protection?
    It had not taken reporters long to dig up public documents that showed the order of protection and felony sex abuse charges against Sal. Sources said he confessed to molesting the now missing girl, and whileawaiting trial, he was barred from being anywhere near Katie.
    Andrew Siben quickly jumped in, before Sal could answer, and interjected, “It’s on file. In the normal course whenever there is a complaint by an infant, Child Protective Services has a duty to investigate.”
    “We are not going to comment on an order of protection,” added the elder Siben.
    Sal, can you go over again why you think the mother’s tears are false tears?
    “I don’t truly believe that she don’t really have no love for that child,” Sal responded, completely unaware he just made no sense.
    If you were Katie, would you want to run away from the situation?
    Sal didn’t answer that one, but chimed in again when someone asked what his dispute was about with Marilyn.
    “It wasn’t a domestic situation. It’s financial. I