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Rennie raised the collar of her coat against the winterish wind. Tim offered his arm and she took it. They slipped and slid their way to the subway.

“The ‘C’ train.” He led her to the turnstile.

The station didn’t feel much warmer than the street.

“It’s freezing.” Rennie stomped her feet to keep her circulation going.

Tim checked the digital sign. “Train’ll be here in two minutes.”

“Longest two minutes of my life.”

The car was warmer. They easily found seats.

“Everyone’s off celebrating.” She moaned.

“I promise you one helluva celebration when we find her.”

“Really? Like what?”

“We’ll figure it out then.”

The train pulled into the 42^nd Street station. They climbed the stairs into the freezing cold. The wind whipped down the avenue, forcing Rennie to tighten her scarf. Tim took her hand. Side-by-side they negotiated their way down the icy, slushy sidewalk until they reached their destination.

When Tim held the huge door open, Rennie’s heartbeat quickened. She gripped his arm.

“Do you think she’s here?”

He checked his watch. “Should be. Unless she got through her appointment in fifteen minutes. It’s nine forty-five.”

He hurried to the front desk.

“Magic Modeling?” Rennie asked the doorman.

“Tenth floor.”

They took the first elevator and rode up in silence. Tim took her hand.  When the door opened, they glanced up and down the hall.

“This way,” Rennie tugged on his sleeve and turned right. They stopped in front of a door with “Magic Modeling Agency” painted in big black letters on it. It was locked. Tim pushed the buzzer. When they heard a click, he pushed the door open.

A man sat behind a small receptionist desk. Rennie could hardly breathe.

“Gwen Morgan?”

“Huh?”

Tim frowned. “Gwen Morgan. She had an appointment here at nine thirty. Is she here?”

“Keep your pants on, buddy. You got a bum steer. Her appointment was for nine. She only stayed five minutes to collect her stuff.”

“What stuff?” Rennie cast hopeful eyes at him.

“Her head shots and resumes and shit.”

“Oh. Okay.” Rennie nodded.

“Do you know where she went?”

“Me? How the hell would I know? You have business here? If not, run along. Or I’ll call the cops.”

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In the morning, Rennie woke up with Tim’s arms around her. His rhythmic breathing brought his chest in contact with her back. She closed her eyes and pretended they were lovers.

An hour later, Tim rolled away from her and woke up. He disappeared into the bathroom, giving her time to wake up and throw on clothes. When he came out, he gazed at the floor.

“Sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“Uh, getting too close.”

“No problem. Hungry?”

He nodded. Rennie pulled out eggs and made breakfast. Tim spoke.

“There’s a piece of paper here with an appointment on it.”

“Really?” Rennie raised her eyebrows as she handed him a fork.

“Yep.”

“What kind of appointment?”

“Maybe a modeling agency? Can you look it up?” Tim buttered two pieces of toast and placed one on her plate.

Rennie put down her fork and turned on the laptop. “What’s the address?”

“344 West 38^th Street.”

“Yep. There it is. Way down on the list, but still there. Magic Modeling Agency.”

“Finish up. Let’s go.”

“What time is her appointment?”

“Nine thirty.” Tim checked his watch. “Right about now.”

Rennie wolfed down the rest of her food. Tim looked out the window. “Snow stopped, but the street is a mess.”

“Do you think the subway is running?” Rennie dumped the dishes in the sink.

“I hope so. It’s a long walk from here.”

“Too long. Taxi?”

“I don’t think we can find one.”

“Uber?”

“Subway. Let’s go.”

Rennie put her palm on the window. “It’s cold out.” She opened her closet and rummaged in a box in there. Turning, she tossed a scarf to Tim. “Wear this.”

“Thanks.” He held the door. “Got the letter?”

She smiled and patted her pocket. “Right here.” They hit the snowy streets of Manhattan. 

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When Rennie and Tim finished the first pizza, she wiped her hands, then picked up the address book. She wiped dust and dirt from the cover with a tissue. She opened it. The book was organized alphabetically. She flipped to the tab marked “A”.

Tim refilled their wine glasses while Rennie flipped through the small book.

“There are a lot of names and addresses in here.”

“Maybe we won’t have to contact everyone.”

She raised her eyebrows. “An optimist?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Let’s start in the morning.? Wanna watch a movie.”

“Sure.”

Tim flipped through channels until he came to “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

“I love this movie! Let’s watch it.” Rennie smiled.

“Okay.” He opened the second pizza and doled out two pieces.

Rennie chowed down, easing a bit closer to Tim. He slipped his arm around her.

When the movie was over, Rennie opened the sofabed. Tim turned out the lights.

“Come, look.” He motioned. She joined him.

Fat snowflakes fell slowly, swaying back and forth in front of her window.

“It’s kinda pretty.” She smiled.

“Tomorrow, we’ll hit the ground running.”

“We have time to find Gwen.”

“Maybe, but if we don’t get started, it'll be too late.” Tim stepped back and closed the curtain.

“To bed.”

“Yep. I’ll sleep on the floor. Do you have an extra blanket?”

“Ridiculous. We can share the bed. It’s a queen. Just stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine.”

She saw a flush steal up his neck.

“It’s just that I don’t know you and I don’t want to presume…”

“Then stay on your side. Come on. I’m tired.” She tugged on his sleeve.

They stripped down to underwear and scooted under the covers quickly.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She yawned.

“Glad I met you,” he said. 

“Me, too.”

Silence blanketed the room. Then a soft snore made her giggle. What would happen tomorrow? A shiver of anticipation shot through her.

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