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father.”
Mac shook his head.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s still kidnapping.” He grinned. “And that puts it in FBI territory and that means we can get a search warrant.” His phone rang. “In fact…” he said, letting Isabelle go and fishing his phone out. He hit the answer button. “MacMillan,” he said.
Isabelle stood directly in front of him as the police lieutenant gave him the bad news: there was no sign of Daniel or the baby. Wherever he’d gone, it wasn’t home. FBI agents were on the scene to look for clues.
“All right,” Mac said. It was time to profile Daniel. He’d start with the condo. “I’ll be right there,” he said and hung up.
Isabelle got her purse and slung it over her shoulder but, as she moved toward the door and he didn’t, she stopped.
“I think,” he said, though it was the last thing he wanted, “you’d better stay here.”
“No, Mac , come on–”
“We don’t know where he’s gone,” Mac said. “The answer might be at the condo and it might not. I’m going to go over everything. Try to gain some–”
“I am not waiting here,” she said, her gaze level. “I can help at the condo.”
Unfortunately, Mac knew that was true.
“It’s not what I want,” he said.
It’s what Scanlon wants.
“I helped to bring that baby into the world,” Isabelle said, her voice rising. “I am not going to just sit by. I can read something, anything .”
Even if she did read an object that could give them a lead, it wouldn’t be admissible. It wouldn’t even be grounds for another warrant. Tim needed a look at Daniel’s computers. He might very well find something that linked Daniel with the commune. Then they could serve a warrant at the commune.
Mac narrowed his eyes.
The commune.
He grabbed Isabelle by the shoulders.
That’s it.
“You already have read something,” he said.
She frowned at him, shaking her head.
“No. Daniel was watching. He–”
“Not there. Here ,” he said. “The photo .” He grinned at her. “The commune. That’s where he’ll go.”
•••••
The level of stupidity was nothing short of astounding. Maurice could only gape at the improbable sight–their computer genius toting an infant in a car seat. Here . The only thing he could think to say was the obvious.
“ You are an idiot ,” Maurice said.
He was feeling his drink. Like he had the last few days, he’d called it an early night. He hadn’t exactly been expecting visitors, especially these ones.
“Now, wait a minute,” Geoffrey said. “Let’s just think about this.”
Maurice guffawed.
They’d shown up together: his brother, the great brain trust, and the computer dweeb. Neither with a single clue. The two of them stood together in Maurice’s office, across the desk from him. They had to stand since there was only one chair and Maurice was sitting in it, cocktail in hand.
“Good,” Maurice said, stifling his laugh. “You think about it.”
It’s over now. Truly over. There is no way to recover from this.
In a strange way, it felt liberating.
“Just put it back in the queue,” Daniel said, his face contorting in anger. “That’s why I brought it here.”
The baby started to cry but Geoffrey was the only one who looked down at the carrier.
“That’s why you kidnapped it,” Maurice corrected him, raising his glass. “Well done.”
He took a sip, careful to avoid the toothpick and olive. Say what you will, the vodka martini was timeless.
“Well,” Geoffrey said, over the infants’ mewling. “However it got here. Why not take advantage? Daniel’s right. List it on the web site.”
Maurice couldn’t help but snicker. The two of them. They were better than a comedy routine.
“Okay, sure,” Maurice said. “Is that before or after the police arrest him?”
“Arrest me?” Daniel said.
“Oh, no, no no,” Maurice said, holding up a hand. “My mistake. Arrest us .”
Finally, Geoffrey looked worried. He looked down
Mac shook his head.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s still kidnapping.” He grinned. “And that puts it in FBI territory and that means we can get a search warrant.” His phone rang. “In fact…” he said, letting Isabelle go and fishing his phone out. He hit the answer button. “MacMillan,” he said.
Isabelle stood directly in front of him as the police lieutenant gave him the bad news: there was no sign of Daniel or the baby. Wherever he’d gone, it wasn’t home. FBI agents were on the scene to look for clues.
“All right,” Mac said. It was time to profile Daniel. He’d start with the condo. “I’ll be right there,” he said and hung up.
Isabelle got her purse and slung it over her shoulder but, as she moved toward the door and he didn’t, she stopped.
“I think,” he said, though it was the last thing he wanted, “you’d better stay here.”
“No, Mac , come on–”
“We don’t know where he’s gone,” Mac said. “The answer might be at the condo and it might not. I’m going to go over everything. Try to gain some–”
“I am not waiting here,” she said, her gaze level. “I can help at the condo.”
Unfortunately, Mac knew that was true.
“It’s not what I want,” he said.
It’s what Scanlon wants.
“I helped to bring that baby into the world,” Isabelle said, her voice rising. “I am not going to just sit by. I can read something, anything .”
Even if she did read an object that could give them a lead, it wouldn’t be admissible. It wouldn’t even be grounds for another warrant. Tim needed a look at Daniel’s computers. He might very well find something that linked Daniel with the commune. Then they could serve a warrant at the commune.
Mac narrowed his eyes.
The commune.
He grabbed Isabelle by the shoulders.
That’s it.
“You already have read something,” he said.
She frowned at him, shaking her head.
“No. Daniel was watching. He–”
“Not there. Here ,” he said. “The photo .” He grinned at her. “The commune. That’s where he’ll go.”
•••••
The level of stupidity was nothing short of astounding. Maurice could only gape at the improbable sight–their computer genius toting an infant in a car seat. Here . The only thing he could think to say was the obvious.
“ You are an idiot ,” Maurice said.
He was feeling his drink. Like he had the last few days, he’d called it an early night. He hadn’t exactly been expecting visitors, especially these ones.
“Now, wait a minute,” Geoffrey said. “Let’s just think about this.”
Maurice guffawed.
They’d shown up together: his brother, the great brain trust, and the computer dweeb. Neither with a single clue. The two of them stood together in Maurice’s office, across the desk from him. They had to stand since there was only one chair and Maurice was sitting in it, cocktail in hand.
“Good,” Maurice said, stifling his laugh. “You think about it.”
It’s over now. Truly over. There is no way to recover from this.
In a strange way, it felt liberating.
“Just put it back in the queue,” Daniel said, his face contorting in anger. “That’s why I brought it here.”
The baby started to cry but Geoffrey was the only one who looked down at the carrier.
“That’s why you kidnapped it,” Maurice corrected him, raising his glass. “Well done.”
He took a sip, careful to avoid the toothpick and olive. Say what you will, the vodka martini was timeless.
“Well,” Geoffrey said, over the infants’ mewling. “However it got here. Why not take advantage? Daniel’s right. List it on the web site.”
Maurice couldn’t help but snicker. The two of them. They were better than a comedy routine.
“Okay, sure,” Maurice said. “Is that before or after the police arrest him?”
“Arrest me?” Daniel said.
“Oh, no, no no,” Maurice said, holding up a hand. “My mistake. Arrest us .”
Finally, Geoffrey looked worried. He looked down
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