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male, Sarah picked her fights carefully, but tried hard to win the ones she couldn’t dodge.  She traded a few more giddy jokes with Ganz before she thanked him again and hung up.  As soon as his e-mail arrived she  charged out of her cubicle, crowing, “Hey, Jimmy, we got an ID on our victim already!  Bud found him for us!”
    “No kidding?  Lemmee see.  Oh, this is great, Sarah.”  When he’d read the record she laid in front of him he said, “Why don’t you get somebody on the support staff to do a search for his address and phone number?”
    “I will.  And if they find it, you and I better take a look before we let the tech staff in there.  Oh, but you’re too busy today, aren’t you?”
    “Hey, I’ll make time for that.”  He looked at his watch and did a jittery little sitting-down dance of conflicting impulses.  “But listen, I’ve got a carload of Graylings waiting to talk to me right now—”
“No problem, I have to get a warrant anyway.  How long will you be?”
“An hour.  Two at the most.” 
    “Go.”  He grabbed his recorder and headed out the door.  Sarah sent her information requests to the support staff and called Delaney. 
    “Good job, Sarah.”  Delaney was too fair not to give her the praise she had earned.  “Good call.  You found an address yet?”
    “We’re searching—should have it any minute.”
    “Good.  Next step is a warrant, right?”
    “You bet.”
    “Good.  Don’t forget closets, storage sheds, garage.”
    “Right.”  Did he think she’s never asked for a warrant before?
    “Computers, files, books, what else?  Get everything!  Wish I could come with you, but I’ve got a meeting.  Keep me up to date, though—oh, and pass it along to the PI, will you?”
    “For sure.” 
    She was making her list for the warrant when the jittery kid from the support staff,  the one with the coke-bottle glasses and bad acne, appeared in her doorway.  What was his name?  Scott.  I think .  Lately he had taken to covering his insecurities by giving himself titles that grew more presumptuous every week.     
    “Genius Geek has done it again,” he said, handing her a memo, snapping the rubber bands on his braces as he bowed to imaginary applause.  Was it Scott Tracy, or Tracy Scott?  Anyway he knew how to get maximum drama out of a routine search.   “Perkins, Adolph.  Address and one cell phone number.” 
                “No land line?”
    “No.”
    “Okay.  Paseo Redondo, that’s the little street off Granada, right?” 
    “Correct.  Just a few blocks from here, actually.”
    “An apartment, right?”
    “In a big building full of many apartments.  Genius Geek looked up the manager.  It’s that second name and number there.”  He pointed to the paper she was holding.
    “Well, hey, Genius Geek, go to the head of the class!  Thank you very much.”  Never fail to praise extra effort.  People remember praise .  If he needed to invent a ridiculous name for himself, what harm?  The least she could do was play along and please him.  She could never remember his name because this kid annoyed her almost out of her mind sometimes—he always seemed to be in antic mode when she was grim and lethargibc when she was in a hurry.  But today she needed him so she slathered on flattery.  “Now I can get my search warrant right away, and call this manager and get him to meet me there, see how you expedited?  Could you go after the phone records next, have you got time?”
    “Genius Geek can do that with ease.”  He responded to praise by growing taller and rosier.  Swaying above her, gleaming, he asked, “How far back you want to go?”
    “He’s only been out of prison since Spring sometime—if you just get everything for this year, that’ll do it.”
    She called Judge Garrity’s office first because she was tight with his clerk, Phyllis, who said the judge was in chambers, and yes, she had time to type a