Then one day zhe ups and disappears. Zhe took Arizona, our eight-year-old daughter, and moved to Amsterdam.”

“How do you know she’s there?”

“Zhe. Say zhe. One of our mutual friends told me. She also cleared out our bank account. Seventy thousand dollars. Our entire savings.”

“Ouch. Do you think she’s run off with someone?”

Murphy shook his head. “Zhe doesn’t need to. Casey and I have an open marriage.”

“So you give yourselves permission to cheat on each other?” This guy was unbelievable.

“Don’t be so patriarchal. Limiting people to only one partner is what got the world into this mess.”

This is going to be a long case, Heinrich thought. “So, why Amsterdam?”

“Casey has always talked about setting up a dominatrix business in Europe. Zhe wants to live there but I need to be here in the city for my startup. Zhe has Irish citizenship thanks to zir grandparents. They were born in Dublin. That lets zir work anywhere in the European Union. Zhe always said it would be so easy. I never thought zhe’d do something like this, though.”

“Why take only one kid?”

The hipster stroked his child’s blonde hair. “Serenity is still small. Maybe Casey thought she’d slow zir down.”

“But your other daughter, Arizona, she’s only eight. Wouldn’t that cramp a dominatrix’s style?”

Murphy gave a helpless gesture. “I don’t know.”

Heinrich thought for a moment. He didn’t like this guy and his made-up words, and he didn’t feel like getting his freak of a wife back for him. However, a kid was involved. If Mommy was setting up shop in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, who knew what could happen to the girl?

“All right, I’ll take your case. I charge $200 a day plus expenses, with no complaints about how I spend it.”

“Sure. Anything. You busted those Nazis, so you can’t be all bad.”

Heinrich nodded. That case with the neo-Nazis in Poland had made headlines and brought him a lot of business. It had also brought him a few anonymous death threats.

“You sure you can afford this?” Heinrich asked.