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hasn’t been mentioned since. That’s the last time I saw him. He didn’t even come to Nana’s funeral. As I said before, he’s probably dead.”
Rain pelted the windows and a booming roar shook the floor, interrupting Caitlin’s recount of the past. The lights went out and a bright arc of lightening provided the only illumination in the room.
“Can we call it a night, Drew? I need to see the kids.” Turning to Scott she said, “Can we at least do something exciting tomorrow? No evidence or clues have surfaced. I can’t imagine what else could turn up. With you and Tomas as bodyguards, can’t we enjoy a little vacation time?”
“Absolutely and I’ll drive, we don’t want to traumatize Tomas again do we?” Scott laughed.
Caitlin chuckled. Warmth spread through her body. It seemed as if an eternity had passed since she’d relaxed enough to enjoy laughter.
She had to tamp down her anticipation of the day ahead. To ease her conscience, she needed to make two phone calls.
* * * *
Tomas didn’t find Scott’s comment amusing but forced a good-humored smile on his face. Caitlin’s last remark about her uncle reverberated in his mind. “Nick Holland’s name hasn’t been mentioned since.” After the statement, the roar of thunder and power outage seemed to contain a prophetic message.
He sorted through papers and reports. He found what he needed, with the title FBI Employee Background check of Scott Martel , and began to shuffle through the pages. Halfway through the document he placed a tab on one particular page. He intended to review this section in its entirety tonight. Tomas stood, stretched, and rubbed his eyes in preparation for a long night ahead of him, then followed everyone out the door.
* * * *
Caitlin tried to contact Dean first but the call went directly to voice mail. It wouldn’t have made a difference if he had answered the phone. Dean wasn’t a good listener and didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything other than surfing, girls, and the beach. She left a brief message, hung up, and then called Daniel, the more levelheaded of her two brothers. He did end up being a quarterback superstar and got a scholarship to Penn State. Unfortunately, in his junior year, he blew out his knee.
With a good head on his shoulders, he managed to graduate with a media and journalism degree and became a successful sports caster in Atlanta. A wise career choice for him. Charisma and a photogenic face made him a natural at his job, and the camera loved him. He had dark hair, penetrating blue eyes, and an athletic build. He and his wife were expecting their first child.
“Daniel!” Caitlin cried.
“Catey, how are you? You’re never going to call me Dan, which I prefer, are you?”
“Not on your life, buddy, if Mom and Dad wanted to name you Dan, they would’ve christened you Dan, not Daniel. You know how I feel about nicknames, and don’t think I didn’t notice you called me Catey! Everyone wants to shorten Alexandra’s name to Alex, or Lexie. She’s Alexandra. Not much to butcher with Chad’s name except his sister calls him CC.”
“Caitlin, when you’re upset you prattle on. Dad called me and told me what happened. Is there anything I can do? If Amy wasn’t…uh, I mean if her due date wasn’t in three and half weeks, I’d be there for you.”
Caitlin caught Daniel’s stumble of words. “Daniel, what were you going to say? If Amy wasn’t what? Is everything okay with the pregnancy?”
Daniel responded, “Yes, yes. Everything’s fine. What I meant to say is that she’s been very tired and I don’t want to leave her alone in case she goes into labor early.”
Caitlin wasn’t convinced. She sensed that her brother held something back but didn’t press the issue.
“I don’t expect you to come rushing down here. I just wanted to talk to you myself since you will most likely be getting phone calls and visits from the police and FBI. Can you believe all of
Rain pelted the windows and a booming roar shook the floor, interrupting Caitlin’s recount of the past. The lights went out and a bright arc of lightening provided the only illumination in the room.
“Can we call it a night, Drew? I need to see the kids.” Turning to Scott she said, “Can we at least do something exciting tomorrow? No evidence or clues have surfaced. I can’t imagine what else could turn up. With you and Tomas as bodyguards, can’t we enjoy a little vacation time?”
“Absolutely and I’ll drive, we don’t want to traumatize Tomas again do we?” Scott laughed.
Caitlin chuckled. Warmth spread through her body. It seemed as if an eternity had passed since she’d relaxed enough to enjoy laughter.
She had to tamp down her anticipation of the day ahead. To ease her conscience, she needed to make two phone calls.
* * * *
Tomas didn’t find Scott’s comment amusing but forced a good-humored smile on his face. Caitlin’s last remark about her uncle reverberated in his mind. “Nick Holland’s name hasn’t been mentioned since.” After the statement, the roar of thunder and power outage seemed to contain a prophetic message.
He sorted through papers and reports. He found what he needed, with the title FBI Employee Background check of Scott Martel , and began to shuffle through the pages. Halfway through the document he placed a tab on one particular page. He intended to review this section in its entirety tonight. Tomas stood, stretched, and rubbed his eyes in preparation for a long night ahead of him, then followed everyone out the door.
* * * *
Caitlin tried to contact Dean first but the call went directly to voice mail. It wouldn’t have made a difference if he had answered the phone. Dean wasn’t a good listener and didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything other than surfing, girls, and the beach. She left a brief message, hung up, and then called Daniel, the more levelheaded of her two brothers. He did end up being a quarterback superstar and got a scholarship to Penn State. Unfortunately, in his junior year, he blew out his knee.
With a good head on his shoulders, he managed to graduate with a media and journalism degree and became a successful sports caster in Atlanta. A wise career choice for him. Charisma and a photogenic face made him a natural at his job, and the camera loved him. He had dark hair, penetrating blue eyes, and an athletic build. He and his wife were expecting their first child.
“Daniel!” Caitlin cried.
“Catey, how are you? You’re never going to call me Dan, which I prefer, are you?”
“Not on your life, buddy, if Mom and Dad wanted to name you Dan, they would’ve christened you Dan, not Daniel. You know how I feel about nicknames, and don’t think I didn’t notice you called me Catey! Everyone wants to shorten Alexandra’s name to Alex, or Lexie. She’s Alexandra. Not much to butcher with Chad’s name except his sister calls him CC.”
“Caitlin, when you’re upset you prattle on. Dad called me and told me what happened. Is there anything I can do? If Amy wasn’t…uh, I mean if her due date wasn’t in three and half weeks, I’d be there for you.”
Caitlin caught Daniel’s stumble of words. “Daniel, what were you going to say? If Amy wasn’t what? Is everything okay with the pregnancy?”
Daniel responded, “Yes, yes. Everything’s fine. What I meant to say is that she’s been very tired and I don’t want to leave her alone in case she goes into labor early.”
Caitlin wasn’t convinced. She sensed that her brother held something back but didn’t press the issue.
“I don’t expect you to come rushing down here. I just wanted to talk to you myself since you will most likely be getting phone calls and visits from the police and FBI. Can you believe all of
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