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of us

knows a soul down here? Besides, I thought you loved the

Woodward and Bernstein stuff."

"I do, but Robert Redford is a little too old and leathery

to play me. And Dustin Hoffman's too short for you."

Amanda looked around exaggeratedly. She eyed the

barista, squinted her eyes. I had no idea what in the hell

she was doing. It was as if she was expecting a rogue team

of FBI agents to come out of nowhere and load her in the

back of a van. Sadly, it wasn't even two years ago when

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two FBI agents did break into her house and shoot

someone in her bedroom.

Maybe that's what made it funnier.

She pressed her foot up against the tote bag underneath

the table. Then she kicked it toward me. Then she gestured

at the bag before taking a long, slow sip of her latte.

"Oh, is that for me?"

She eyed me contemptuously. "Oh, for Christ's sake,

open the damn thing."

I picked up the tote and pulled out the folder. The top

sheet was Michelle Oliveira's birth certificate. She was

born on November 15, 1991. That would make her sixteen

today. Michelle Oliveira's parents were Carlos and

Jennifer Oliveira. At the time of the abduction, the family

resided in Meriden, Connecticut. According to tax records,

Carlos worked as a housepainter, and Jennifer had worked

in a variety of temp jobs over the years. Secretary to an

orthodontist. Court stenographer. Doctor's office receptionist. Telemarketer.

Together, the Oliveiras' income never exceeded thirtyfour-thousand dollars a year. They had two other children,

a boy, Juan, now fourteen, and a girl, Josephine, twelve.

Juan was a high school freshman, Josephine was just about

to begin the seventh grade. Their sister Michelle was kidnapped on March 23, 1997, not yet six years old. She

returned on February 16, 2001, nearly four years later.

According to the report, Michelle had spent that afternoon at the home of Patrick and Lynette Lowe. Michelle

was in grade school with their daughter Iris, and according to interviews with the Lowes, and confirmed by the

Oliveiras, Michelle often went to the Lowes' home after

school to play. She would often stay at the Lowes' from

approximately three-thirty to six, at which time she would

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come home to get ready for dinner. As the Lowes lived just

four houses down on the same block as the Oliveiras, the

families admitted she walked home on most occasions

unsupervised. On March 23 she left the Lowes' home at

approximately a quarter to six. At six-fifteen Jennifer

Oliveira called Lynette Lowe to ask when Michelle would

be home. When Lynette Lowe informed Jennifer that

Michelle had left half an hour earlier, and Josephine could

not find Michelle on their block, she called the police.

The Meriden PD found no trace of Michelle Oliveira.

They compared tire tracks found on Warren Street to all

vehicles registered to inhabitants of the block. All vehicles

checked out. Nobody had seen Michelle after she left the

Lowes. No neighbor glimpsed the girl. Nobody came

forward. Michelle Oliveira had simply vanished.

The next page contained her social security number,

employment records, known addresses. And her parents'.

I looked at Amanda. She was absently sipping her

coffee while eyeing me.

"Did you read this already?" I asked. She nodded.

I continued reading. In 2003, two years after Michelle's

reappearance, the Oliveiras moved from Meriden to

Westport. Westport, I knew, was a much more affluent

part of Connecticut. Records indicated that the Oliveiras

were able to sell their home in Meriden for nearly

$800,000, nearly triple what they'd paid for it ten years

earlier. That was quite a profit for a family who couldn't

afford to do much refurbishing.

"What are you thinking?" Amanda asked.

"I'm thinking I'm throwing away money by renting

my apartment."

"Seriously," she said. "As soon as I can afford it, I'm

leaving Darcy and buying a studio."

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"Good luck coming up with half a million dollars," I

replied.

"No way."

"You want three hundred and fifty square feet in

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