'The cops searched the scene?' Stride said unhappily.

'Yeah, I know, they probably screwed up the forensics. We don't get many cases like this, and these guys are twenty-three year olds working the graveyard shift.'

'Did they find anything?'

Denise shook her head. 'No. There was nothing disturbed in the house, nothing taken, no sign of forced entry at the doors or windows. Everything was locked and intact. The girl just vanished.'

'Does Marcus Glenn live alone?' Stride asked.

'No, he's married,' Denise snapped with surprising venom. 'His wife was in the Cities last night. They only have the one child.'

'So what happened?'

'Marcus says the baby was sleeping in her bedroom by seven o'clock. He checked on her and went to bed around ten. He got up about one, and she was gone. The baby was there, and then she wasn't. Or so he says.'

'Did the cops look for a ransom note?'

'They did, and they didn't find one. Marcus checked his email, too. Nothing. He's well-known around Grand Rapids, though. People know he has money.'

'What's the girl's name?' Serena interjected.

Denise softened and smiled for the first time. 'Callie.'

'Have you gathered all of her physical information? Photograph, weight, hair color, identifying features?' 'Yes, I've already got the BCA doing a statewide notice to the crime alert network. They're sending a team up here to run the scene in the morning.'

'Do you have her picture?' Serena asked.

Denise reached into the shirt pocket of her uniform. 'This is Callie.'

Serena held the picture in her hand, and Stride looked at it over her shoulder. Callie Glenn sat on a quilted blanket and looked at them with happy blue eyes from under a fluffy mop of blonde hair. Two white teeth peeked out from her smile. She was dressed in a white T-shirt and a pair of pink sweatpants, and she clutched one of her bare feet awkwardly in a pudgy hand.