"I don't know anything," Duke protested. He picked up the photo and gave it a look over. "Look, that's --" He flicked the teenage girl in the background. "That's Vanessa Stanley. She used to babysit for me sometimes. That's all I've got."

Audrey snatched it back. "That's more than I've had in months," she said again. "You're going to help me find her. You owe me this, Duke."

He opened his mouth to protest, and she pointed at him.

"Who kept you out of jail for murder?" she asked. "Tased Nathan when he went crazy? Saved you from Beatty? Got Bill to give you your restaurant?"

He shut his mouth and his eyes and hung his head with a tiny nod. "I owe you."