Murder.com by Haughton Murphy Page B

down-to-earth, funny—even sarcastic—and honest, who can share the fun of the absurdities of Manhattan. He also should be kind and compassionate. Not a Wall Street or financial type interested only in money, conspicuous consumption, and getting ahead. I’m sorry to say he shouldn’t be bald, either. He should be open-minded and good at communicating. With or without words.
    I want someone to spend good times with and, if something more serious develops, well, great!
    I consider myself above-average looking but I haven’t included a picture here because I can’t see basing a relationship on looks alone (particularly looks hyped-up in a doctored photograph).
    More About Me:
    Relationship: Never married
    Have kids: None
    Want kids: Someday
    Ethnicity: White/Caucasian
    Body type: Slender
    Height: 5'6"
    Hair: Black
    Eyes: Hazel
    Best Feature: Legs
    Body art: Small figure, lower abdomen (college mistake)
    Religion: [No answer]
    Smoke: Occasionally
    Drink: Social drinker
    Sports: Tennis, swimming, walking, hiking
    Exercise: 2 times a week
    Education: BA
    Income: [No answer]
    Languages: English, French
    Politics: Liberal to radical
    Likes: Reading, discussing books, jazz (all kinds), travel (including weekends), wine tastings, dining
    Dislikes: Crude pornography, flirting, money talk, words and phrases like “freebie,” “hang-ups,” “hooking up,” “issues,” “cyberspace,” and “pushing back”
    About the date I want:
    Hair: Any color (but not bald, as I said)
    Eyes: Any color
    Height: 5'7" on up
    Body type: Doesn’t matter; but good shape a must
    Ethnicity: Prefer white/Caucasian, but will consider others
    Religion: Any or none, as long as not rigid or fanatical
    Education: At least a BA
    Occupation: Anything not boring
    Income: Irrelevant, but not a sponge
    Smoke: OK
    Drink: Moderate drinking OK
    Have kids: No
    Want kids: Wait and see
    Luis waited while Reuben read the entire document.
    â€œInteresting,” Reuben remarked when he’d finished, returning the printout to the detective. “Doesn’t quite accord with Dan Courtland’s view of his daughter—the little tattoo, wine tasting, drinking, smoking. Communicating ‘with and without words.’ That’s a good one. And ‘liberal to radical’ politics. Dan would especially like that. I’m not terribly surprised, though.”
    Reuben asked whether it was usual to have a picture with these “so-called profiles.”
    â€œYes, I’m told there’s nearly always at least a selfie.”
    â€œHmm. I suspect she didn’t submit hers because she was afraid someone might identify her as Marina Courtland.”
    â€œThat’s my guess, too.”
    â€œNow the sixty-four-dollar question, Luis—who else contacted HallieNYC besides Mr. Gilbert?”
    â€œWe don’t have any idea. The only reason we know as much as we do, and have that profile you just read, is because we had access to Gilbert’s account. She was just one of the people he contacted. But to know who else Hallie/Marina was in touch with, we’d have to know her password to get into her file.”
    â€œIt sure as hell isn’t like mixer dances,” Reuben muttered. “Can’t this Meet.com outfit give you the information?”
    â€œThought of that. Unfortunately, it’s based in Bermuda.”
    â€œDamn. Isn’t there any other way?”
    â€œMaybe. Let me explain. My IT guy can get to Meet.com on the computer and insert Marina Courtland’s ID—HallieNYC. Then it asks for a password, which is what we don’t have. But it also has a line to click ‘Forgot your password?’ When you do that the program asks for your birth date—we have that—and another fail-safe question selected earlier by the user, in this case ‘What was the name of your first pet?’ If we had that, we could get into Marina’s data and