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world that he had completely lost his mind.
Had he lost his mind? It was beginning to look like a real possibility. Jake squirmed in his chair, preparing himself for her complete and utter meltdown, but it didn't come. Instead, she let out a huff, and left the room.
He wanted to chase after her, but Agent Grant had probably dealt with enough craziness for one day. So he sat, immobile, watching the door, hoping she would return and tell him her message. Who was she? What was she supposed to tell him? Who sent her? If she was a ghost, then whose ghost was she? A realization occurred to him. Could she be the ghost of one of the Cape murderer’s victims? Was he seeing their ghosts?
He waited for an opening in the conversation. "Agent Grant?"
" Yes, Jake?"
" What did the other children look like? The other victims?"
Her eyebrow raised. "You think there might be a physical connection between the children?"
He followed her lead and made his questions sound as though he were curious about what traits the children shared. "Were they all the same age?"
" No. The first little boy was six, like Gabe, but the last was five. The two girls were two-and-a-half and five."
This little Cabbage Patch kid, Kara, looked to be around two-and-a-half.
" Gabe has blond hair, did the others?"
" No. The first boy had brown hair, and one of the little girls had brown hair. There is no commonality between the five of them."
" Which girl had brown hair?"
" The older one. The little one was blond. But there are no common traits they all share. It's a good theory, Mr. Paris, but I'm afraid it's a dead end." She turned back to her notes.
" Was she chubby?"
Agent Grant looked up; her eyes narrowed.
" The little blond girl, was she chubby?"
" How is this relevant to the case?"
Jake struggled to find a reason she would accept, but found nothing. He had to let it go. Besides, the information was probably online.
" Yes, Mr. Paris. She was chubby."
His eye flitted up. Did she actually say what he thought she’d said? One of the victims was a chubby, blond, two and a half-year-old girl. Jake looked back toward the living room.
Agent Grant folded the top down on her laptop. "Well, I guess we're done here. If any of you can think of anything else that will help in the investigation, you have my card. Call the office and file it with the agent on duty. In the mean time we’ll work with what we have."
Jake got up and walked to the living room. Only three officers remained.
And there was no trace of the little girl.
Chapter 9
After the law enforcement officers had all left, Holly excused herself and went into the bathroom. She didn't look well, and Jake knew why. She had gotten back into drugs in the last couple of years. It was one of the reasons he hadn't been around to visit. He couldn't bear to see what she was doing to herself, and it had been nearly impossible for him to resist the urge to start a fight and take Gabe home with him. Instead of being strong and doing the right thing, he ran from the situation, like his mother had so often done. He had not been the big brother he should have been, but now he was hoping to correct that course.
While she was in the bathroom, hopefully evacuating her system of toxins and not digging out some hidden stash, Jake seized the opportunity to bring Dan up to speed.
" Dan, I saw a little girl while Agent Grant was talking."
" I thought you were acting weird."
" She looked around two-and-a-half and was blond and pudgy." He paused, waiting for a look of comprehension to descend upon Dan's face. But of course, none came. "It's her!" he whispered hoarsely.
" Who?"
" One of the victims!"
There it was, the look of comprehension. "Yeah, she did say that! Are you kidding me? That's awesome!"
Jake looked through the kitchen toward the bathroom door, which was still closed. "Keep it down. I don't want my sister in on this. This is crazy people stuff, our relationship is strained enough."
" What did she
Had he lost his mind? It was beginning to look like a real possibility. Jake squirmed in his chair, preparing himself for her complete and utter meltdown, but it didn't come. Instead, she let out a huff, and left the room.
He wanted to chase after her, but Agent Grant had probably dealt with enough craziness for one day. So he sat, immobile, watching the door, hoping she would return and tell him her message. Who was she? What was she supposed to tell him? Who sent her? If she was a ghost, then whose ghost was she? A realization occurred to him. Could she be the ghost of one of the Cape murderer’s victims? Was he seeing their ghosts?
He waited for an opening in the conversation. "Agent Grant?"
" Yes, Jake?"
" What did the other children look like? The other victims?"
Her eyebrow raised. "You think there might be a physical connection between the children?"
He followed her lead and made his questions sound as though he were curious about what traits the children shared. "Were they all the same age?"
" No. The first little boy was six, like Gabe, but the last was five. The two girls were two-and-a-half and five."
This little Cabbage Patch kid, Kara, looked to be around two-and-a-half.
" Gabe has blond hair, did the others?"
" No. The first boy had brown hair, and one of the little girls had brown hair. There is no commonality between the five of them."
" Which girl had brown hair?"
" The older one. The little one was blond. But there are no common traits they all share. It's a good theory, Mr. Paris, but I'm afraid it's a dead end." She turned back to her notes.
" Was she chubby?"
Agent Grant looked up; her eyes narrowed.
" The little blond girl, was she chubby?"
" How is this relevant to the case?"
Jake struggled to find a reason she would accept, but found nothing. He had to let it go. Besides, the information was probably online.
" Yes, Mr. Paris. She was chubby."
His eye flitted up. Did she actually say what he thought she’d said? One of the victims was a chubby, blond, two and a half-year-old girl. Jake looked back toward the living room.
Agent Grant folded the top down on her laptop. "Well, I guess we're done here. If any of you can think of anything else that will help in the investigation, you have my card. Call the office and file it with the agent on duty. In the mean time we’ll work with what we have."
Jake got up and walked to the living room. Only three officers remained.
And there was no trace of the little girl.
Chapter 9
After the law enforcement officers had all left, Holly excused herself and went into the bathroom. She didn't look well, and Jake knew why. She had gotten back into drugs in the last couple of years. It was one of the reasons he hadn't been around to visit. He couldn't bear to see what she was doing to herself, and it had been nearly impossible for him to resist the urge to start a fight and take Gabe home with him. Instead of being strong and doing the right thing, he ran from the situation, like his mother had so often done. He had not been the big brother he should have been, but now he was hoping to correct that course.
While she was in the bathroom, hopefully evacuating her system of toxins and not digging out some hidden stash, Jake seized the opportunity to bring Dan up to speed.
" Dan, I saw a little girl while Agent Grant was talking."
" I thought you were acting weird."
" She looked around two-and-a-half and was blond and pudgy." He paused, waiting for a look of comprehension to descend upon Dan's face. But of course, none came. "It's her!" he whispered hoarsely.
" Who?"
" One of the victims!"
There it was, the look of comprehension. "Yeah, she did say that! Are you kidding me? That's awesome!"
Jake looked through the kitchen toward the bathroom door, which was still closed. "Keep it down. I don't want my sister in on this. This is crazy people stuff, our relationship is strained enough."
" What did she
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