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Lorraine was in the air already when Ray called her with the news that Tracy's Explorer had been found, but that her belongings were still in the back, including diaper bags with diapers in them, and the stroller. No credit card in her name had been used to purchase tickets anywhere, so now they were matching manifests with family description: had a mother traveling alone with three small children been boarded on any planes?

"They have checked under her married name?" Lorraine asked, drumming her fingers on the lap-top she carried now to keep in touch with Tracy and others as needed.

"Her legal name, and her married name." Ray said. "I'm coming there also. I'm probably of more benefit helping Michael than sitting in London twiddling my thumbs."

But Lorraine was pondering. "They checked Tracy McCaffrey? Tracy Lynn McCaffrey? Tracy Lynn Maverick?"

"I believe they covered all those bases." Ray answered. "She's your daughter, Lorraine, and you've spent the most time with her this past year. Why is she upset and where would she go?"

Lorraine shook her head in exasperation. "My daughter? Are you kidding? She's as much your daughter as she is mine. I simply bore her, and spent a few months with her as an adult. She's been to visit you a hell of a lot...."

Ray was chuckling. "Simmer down, dear, I was only playing. I know we don't know her well. What we need is.... Richard."

"Yes. You're right. Richard would know where to look. Richard will be able to figure this out. Oh, Ray, you don't suspect foul play, do you?"

"With a website full of new music in forty-eight hours. Enough to fill two disks? No, I think she's hiding. I think she took her kids and went to....Timbuktu."

Lorraine pondered his answer, satisfied, in her own simple fashion, and she wasn't a complicated person, that another person was working on the problem for her. She was much better at just being there, than she was figuring things out. However, a thought had occurred to her. "Ray, I had to get in her purse a few weeks ago, and I think.... Think I remember seeing junk mail, or credit card approval offers, for another name.... she laughed about it, saying she wouldn't respond if they couldn't even get her name right... it was.... Lynn Maverick. Why don't you try under Lynn Maverick?"

"Good point." He agreed. "See you in Southern Cal."

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Michael had Phil run the semi- quasi- alias. Sure enough, Lorraine's hunch had been right on target. Four tickets had been purchased with a credit card under Lynn Maverick to Florida. She had taken her kids to.... Disney World! Relief flooded him. That was okay. Disneyworld, and around her birthday time, age 22. She was feeling fine... writing... having fun... just needed a little breather.....

Maybe her phone battery had died, maybe she'd lost her phone.... There were multiple reasons why she wasn't answering, and hadn't called. Perhaps....

It was day three. Another night of music had washed in with the morning updates. Incredible, finished compositions, complete with vocals, and background.... Written out.... Where could it possibly come from?

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