�That�s so sweet of you, Denby,� Diane scowled at Harry.

Desperately trying to rescue himself, Harry attempted again. �I�m just saying, at 22 you had other, more pressing things on your mind than auditions. I suspect you�ve had the weight of the world on your shoulders for some time.�

�Wow, so now I�m a careworn, haggard old broad,� Diane said, incredulous.

�Diane, your depth and intelligence make you far more beautiful than any bouncy 22-year-old bimbo has any hope of achieving,� Bob gallantly volunteered as he gently held Diane�s hand, then stroked it with his strong thumb.

�Bob wins round one,� Diane said, smiling at Bob. Bob gazed adoringly into her eyes.

�Well, let�s get down to business,� Harry said, sticking out his hand to grab a copy of the release order from Bob�s side of the table. Diane excused herself to visit the ladies� room and make a few calls. Reluctantly, she removed her hand from Bob�s warm grasp, and she ran her hand over his shoulders as she walked around behind his chair. When she returned to the table, Bob and Harry had put away their paperwork and their meals were before them, ready to eat.

After half an hour of munching, crunching and flirting, and Diane clearly enjoying the attention, Danny Sorenson walked in to the restaurant and joined them. Harry understood he would be staying the night with Danny. They got right down to the business of how they were going to go about finding Jill and Kyle the next morning.

�So, let�s talk about Don�s patterns,� Danny started right in. �Where does he move, Denby?�

�Well, there�s Lauren, who lives upstate.�

�Already checked it out. In fact, that�s where Jill�s son was parked. We have him at a cop�s house now, Frank.� Danny looked over at Diane, who sighed with relief and pushed her hair back from her face.

�Oh, really? Whose?� Bob seemed genuinely concerned for Frank�s welfare.

�Oh, it�s a safe place. Never mind that. It�s need-to-know only. I�m more worried about Don at this point. In the wind, he�s a target. We need to get to him before he�s gone as a lead to get Jill back.�

Harry scratched his forehead, then listed off a few more places Don was likely to haunt. While Harry talked, Bob found an excuse to reassure Diane, subtly rubbing her shoulder, then her arm, and finally letting his hand glide to hers. Diane kept looking at Bob while Harry talked. Both Harry and Danny were distracted by Bob and Diane�s increasing contact and kept looking over at them, stammering at times.