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Bowen looked at Léon, then ran back to him. He spoke to him briefly, describing Sophia. Léon stepped back into the car and took off to make a pass around the block. Bowen jogged back to stand near Vanessa and frantically looked around and joined in calling her a few times. Unlike her he remained somewhat calm. His calm gave way to anger. "We will find her. We will find her...", he said. He tried to coax Vanessa out of the street.

"Ms. Bonheur?!", he would question her. He knew her. They traveled in the same circles and spoke to the same people. He knew what she was well known for but he knew that it was hopeless. The fresh smell of the rain had destroyed everything. The trail was gone before either of them could get so much as a whiff. His jaw clenched and his anger boiled over, anger at his own powerlessness, anger at the police for allowing this to happen.