She closed the French doors tightly behind him.

“Did you check out the Dunnings for any domestic violence complaints or criminal records?” she said.

I saw where she was going. It had to be verified from the start that it was, in fact, a stranger kidnapping and not a cover-up for a murder or something else. Step one was ruling out the family. I was way ahead of her.

“Both clean,” I said, nodding. “We’re still checking out the staff. How did the Dunnings’ demeanor seem to you? About right?”

“The mom seems to be in a dissociative fugue, and the father looks like he’s just chugged a quart of battery acid,” Parker said with a shrug. “In this case, both typical responses. You want me to toss their name at the White Collar Squad just in case? Can’t hurt to check out any recent debt or insurance activity. We could even look up psychiatric history, if any.”

Wow, I thought. Talk about trusting no one and nothing. I liked that in a cop.

“Do it,” I said.

She took a pad from her briefcase and scribbled on it.

“Any witnesses to the abduction?” Parker said.

“None,” I said. “A girl in one of his classes has Jacob leaving some shithole in Alphabet City at one o’clock in the morning Saturday.”

“ Alphabet City?” Parker said.

“A neighborhood near his school,” Detective Schultz piped in.

“A skanky one,” added Ramirez.

“Go on,” she said with a nod.

“We’re thinking he was grabbed right then because by the look of things, Jacob never made it back to his dorm room,” I said. “We already interviewed his roommate and tossed the building. Nothing. If he went on a trip, he forgot to tell everyone he knows.”

I handed her the rough copy of the victimology report I’d already done, along with a current photograph.

“This report is excellent,” Parker said, turning the pages with an impressed nod. “Physical characteristics, behavior personality, and family dynamics. This NYPD thing doesn’t work out, we could use you down in Quantico. Tell me about the contact with the kidnapper.”