She was in control. She was in control. Police can’t get her. She was saved. Jesus saved her. Jesus loved her. Jesus loved everyone. He loved good and bad. Friend and foe. Even Auntie. Even the voices! Jesus loved her, ’cause she had the control. Marge hung up the phone and called out, “Got us a minor problem, Rabbi.” Decker emerged from the kitchen, cradling Hannah with one hand, shaking a bottle of sugar water with the other. “What now?” “According to Berkeley’s payroll department, the last paycheck made out to Geoffrey Roberts was over two years ago. The secretary gave me Roberts’s last-known home address and telephone number. Guess what?” “It’s out-of-date.” “No current address in the Bay Area, no forwarding address, either. I called the squad room and asked MacPherson to see if he could get Geoffrey Roberts on-line with the computer. I’ve also called Santa Cruz and Davis, thinking maybe he switched to another UC campus in northern California. So far, nothing.”
