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worked out of the Detective Support Division. Only once before in the past year had he presumed upon their friendship in this way.“Got your pervert,” Laura said.“Suspected pervert,” he corrected.“The three-like sex male. I don’t [11] get enough sex male. Height six-one, weight one-eighty. DOB—June sixth, nineteen seventy-two, which makes him thirty-one.”Ethan had it all on a notepad. “Thanks, Laura. I owe you one.”“So then tell me—how big’s his charlie?”“Isn’t that in the DMV file?”“I don’t mean Rolf’s charlie. I mean Manheim’s. Does it hang to his ankles or just to his knees?”“I’ve never seen his charlie, but he doesn’t seem to have any trouble walking.”“Cookieyear-old Honda is registered to Rolf Herman Reynerd in West Hollywood.” She spelled each name and gave him an address.“What kind of parents Rolf a kid?”Laura knew all about names. “It’s not so bad. Nicely masculine, in fact. In Old German, it means ‘famous wolf.’ Ethan, of course, means ‘permanent, assured.’ ”Two years ago, they’d dated. For Laura, Ethan had been anything but permanent, assured. She’d have liked permanence, some assurance. He had been too wounded to provide what she wanted. Or too stupid.“Looked him up for a rap sheet,” Laura said, “but he’s clean. DMV says ‘hair brown, eyes blue.’ Says ‘sex male.’ I , maybe you can introduce us sometime.”