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thought for a moment. With Bill and me and Abe Mackley, who’d indicated an interest in working with us after his retirement, I’d have a force of three. And Adler, with one toddler and a new baby on the way, might want to earn some extra cash.

      “How many guests did you say?” I asked.

      “Two hundred.”

      “Are you serving liquor?”

      Antonio’s face paled. “Champagne and an open bar.”

      Fifty people apiece, in varying stages of hostility and inebriation, for us to keep tabs on. “And exactly what would you expect security to do?”

      “Mingle with the guests. Watch for signs of problems. Escort troublemakers from the room to cool off. If they do not, bar them from reentering. And, but only as a last resort, call the police. Sophia’s has a reputation to maintain.”

      Recalling the long history of bad blood between the two families, I recognized the very real potential for someone being seriously hurt, not to mention damage to the restaurant.

      “Give me a day or two. I’ll see if I can put together a team. If not, I’ll find a good security firm to recommend.”

      Antonio’s relief was palpable. “Thank you, Detective Skerritt.”

      “Just Maggie now,” I said and headed for the door. “I’ll be in touch.”

      After leaving Sophia’s, I returned to the Dock of the Bay for my ancient Volvo and drove north on Alternate Nineteen. Just south of the country club, I turned into an older and less elegant neighborhood, filled with Spanish-style homes from the thirties and forties with stucco exteriors and clay tile roofs. With almost every square inch of property already built out in the county, these houses, which would once have been affordable to the working class, now sold for over three hundred thousand. Garth Swinburn, Alicia’s fiancé, had either inherited his or earned a generous income.

      I parked in the driveway beneath the shade of a spreading live oak bearded with Spanish moss and followed a mosaic-tile walk to the front door. With its walls a cheerful Tuscan gold and roof of terra-cotta, the house had a lush lawn and attractive, tropical landscaping. Although decades old, it had been well maintained and had a welcoming appearance, a home most brides would appreciate, so I doubted that disapproval of the real estate had played a part in Alicia’s flight.

      I rang the doorbell and waited. Jeanette had told me Garth would be here, since he ran his computer consulting business from home. I was beginning to think he’d left to make a house call, when the heavy wooden door with its tiny wrought iron-covered window swung open.

      Standing on the threshold was a tall, gangly man in his mid-twenties. His sandy hair stood in unruly peaks, as if he’d recently run his fingers through it, his feet were bare, and he was dressed in khakis and the most obnoxious plaid shirt I’d ever seen. His eyes were glazed with the look of someone who’d just awakened or been pulled from the depths of concentration. With his thick glasses, he reminded me of guys who, in my youth, would have worn plastic pocket protectors and carried slide rules on their belts. Nerds, we’d called them. I didn’t know if the term was apt in today’s lingo, but Garth definitely had a geeky air about him.

      Until he smiled. His welcoming look brightened his face and exuded warmth. The kid was a charmer.

      “Ms. Skerritt?”

      I nodded. “Garth Swinburn?”

      “Come in,” he said. “Mrs. Langston said I should expect you. Have you found Alicia?”

      He sounded so hopeful, I hated to disappoint him. “I don’t work quite as fast as those computers of yours. This may take a while.”

      “Of course.” He blushed until the tips of his ears turned red. “Silly of me. I was just hoping—”

      “Can you answer a few questions?”

      “Sure. Anything to help. Come in.”

      I stepped through the open door into a completely bare living room. Not even draperies on the windows, just a high sheen on the hardwood floors. He must have seen the surprise in my expression.

      “The only room that’s furnished is my office,” he said. “I even sleep there. I’m waiting for Alicia to decide how she wants to decorate.”

      From the way he spoke her name, I could tell Garth was crazy about his fiancée.

      We crossed the living room, passed through a newly remodeled kitchen and stepped into a sunny family room at the back of the house. Every flat surface was covered with monitors, computers, piles of software, boxes of parts and rolls of cables. The only uncluttered spots were a rolling stenographer’s chair and a sofa topped with a pillow and blanket.

      Garth tossed the sofa bedding to one side and offered me a seat, then settled into the chair. “I’m worried sick,” he said.

      “You still haven’t heard from Alicia?”

      His shoulders drooped, and he shook his head. “I can’t believe she’d just walk out without saying something. She’s not a callous person.”

      “According to her mother, her note said she was trying to ‘find herself.’ Maybe she has to figure out what she wants to do.”

      Garth looked doubtful. “I don’t get it.”

      “You had no clue she was unhappy?”

      “She wasn’t unhappy,” he insisted. “Just the opposite. She seemed to be walking on air. I figured she was glad to be finishing her dissertation and looking forward to our wedding. That’s why I’m so worried. I don’t believe Alicia left of her own free will.”

      “How do you explain the voice-mail message and the written note?”

      He scratched the tip of his nose. “Someone could have forced her to leave them.”

      “Did Mrs. Langston share them with you?”

      He nodded. “I insisted we call the police.”

      “You think Alicia left the messages under duress? Could you hear it in her voice, tell it from her writing?”

      Garth thought for a moment, then shook his head. “She sounded normal, and her handwriting looked typical.”

      “Then why your conviction that someone’s taken her against her will?”

      He confronted me with guileless brown eyes. “Because Alicia wouldn’t do this to me or her parents. She knows how much pain it would cause. Like I said, she’s not a thoughtless or selfish person.”

      “When did you last see her?”

      “The night before she disappeared. We had dinner at Angellino’s.”

      “What did you talk about?”

      His face reddened again. “I did most of the talking. I was excited about new software I’m developing for user-friendly multi-computer interfacing with business applications and told Alicia all about it.”

      That conversation might have put the girl into a deep sleep but not necessarily on the run. “And what did Alicia talk about?”

      “Alicia’s not like most girls.”

      “How do you mean?”

      He scrunched his face as if searching for the right words. “She isn’t into fashion and trends.”

      “Then why the big wedding with all the bells and whistles?”

      He grimaced. “Her mother’s idea. You know how it is.”

      Boy, howdy, did I ever. I nodded and tried to ignore the sympathetic clenching in my gut. “So she wasn’t looking forward to it?”

      Garth shook his head. “But she didn’t really mind it too badly. She wants to make her mother happy. Alicia’s like that, always thinking of others. And

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