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form of torturous nightmares and she would do it only now to hopefully save the lives of the people he held captive.
    “Your mother and father, did you ever dream of killing them?”
    “I already answered one of your questions. Now you need to let me talk to one of your captives before I answer any more.” She broke eye contact with Alex and held her breath, hoping for honor from a creep.
    “Who do you want to hear from?”
    “Jackson,” Alex whispered.
    “Macy,” Georgina replied.
    There was a long moment of silence. Georgina held her breath, knowing it was possible she would face Alex’s wrath once the call eventually ended.
    “Hello?”
    The childish voice squeezed Georgina’s heart painfully tight. “Macy? My name is Georgina.”
    “Are you going to come and get us?”
    “Who is with you?”
    “There’s Daddy Sam and my mom and Ms. Amberly and Mr. Caldwell and Mr. Revannaugh and Ms. Clinton. We’re all waiting for you to come and find us. We all just want to go home.” A small sob choked from her.
    “Where are you, honey?”
    “We’re in cages,” she replied.
    Georgina frowned. “Cages?”
    “You talked to the little girl, now it’s my turn again,” Bob said. “Now, answer my question. Did you ever dream of killing your mother and father?”
    “Never,” she replied and then couldn’t help but add, “I sometimes wished them dead, but I never entertained the idea of actually killing them myself.”
    Pressure filled her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe as emotions untapped for nearly a lifetime rushed in. She hated Bob for making her remember, for making her feel those emotions she’d tried so hard to put behind her.
    “For years I dreamed of killing my mother and father, and then one day when I was twenty-five years old, I went back to the old homestead and I did it. I killed them. They were my first victims,” he said. The line went dead.
    * * *
    T HE SILENCE IN the room was deafening. Thoughts thundered through Alexander’s head as he stared at the woman he’d once been married to, a woman who had just given more information about her past to a killer than she’d ever shared with him.
    She raised her head to meet his gaze, her green eyes hard and impossible to read. “I’m sorry. I probably should have asked to speak to one of the men, but in my mind Macy was...is the most expendable and I needed to make sure she was still alive.”
    “It’s fine,” Alexander replied. He tried to ignore the paleness of her cheeks, the obvious toll the phone call had taken on her.
    “So, if Bob is to be believed, he murdered his parents,” Frank said. “Even though he’d altered his voice, he didn’t sound that old...maybe early-to mid-thirties.”
    “Then the murder of his parents would have happened within the past ten years or so,” Terry said.
    “And if he killed his parents, then why isn’t he in prison?” Tim asked.
    Alexander’s attention was split between the conversation going on among the team and Georgina, who seemed to have disappeared into herself. Her shoulders were slumped and her gaze remained focused on the cell phone on the table in front of her.
    He told himself it wasn’t just because he’d been her husband and that it wasn’t because on some deep level he still loved her that he was concerned. He would be concerned about any of the team members who had shared a rather intimate conversation with a self-professed killer.
    Tim took her phone and downloaded the message into his computer. As a techie, he could work on the recording to see if there were any background noises that could be amplified. He’d also try to chase down the number the call had come from.
    Georgina remained quiet until they called it a day. As the men left the room, Alexander caught hold of her arm so he could talk to her alone.
    “Are you all right?” he asked softly.
    “I’m fine.” Her shoulders stiffened in a familiar posture of defensiveness. Her eyes were a dark green that