was them. Christina used every trick to skirt the law and find the information.
He loved that about her.
“Yo, boss man, what’s up?” Kane asked, coming on the line.
“Are you on speaker?”
“Yes, and it’s just me and the little woman. Justin is in his office, Beckett and Claire are following a fornicator, and we were just doing all the paper work to keep the place up and running.”
Julian was happy that his team was following the instructions they’d set in place. That was one less worry on his shoulders.
“Good. Put it away because I need you both for something really important.”
There was a shuffling of papers.
“What is it?”
“We have three dead females,” he said, telling them the entire story. Of their team, Christina was the definite skeptic in the bunch. Granted, she was coming around after what she saw in Kentucky, but she was still a scientist at heart. That couldn’t be shaken easily.
“Okay, and?” she asked, making notes.
“They are unknown and need to be found. Get me their names.”
There was clicking going on, and finally she was back on the line. “I’m going to run every missing person in that area over the last decade.”
“Go back twenty years, just in case,” he stated. While they knew what Bethany said, they weren’t going into details. It would take too much time, and then Christina would want to be privy to the parlor tricks.
That made a mockery out of it, and somehow, Julian didn't think Bethany would like that. They didn't need to piss off their line to the dead.
“Gotcha. What age do you want me to narrow it down to?” Christina asked. “Adult?”
Tori finally spoke. “They’re children.”
The line went quiet.
Tori knew why.
Lately, they were dealing with the death of Vivian’s child, and it was weighing heavily on all of their shoulders. The whole team was rattled and a little off kilter.
Who could blame them?
“Okay, that’s going to take some time. You’d be shocked how many children go missing every year. I’m going to have to run it against the National Missing Children’s registry. I’ll have them to you as soon as I can.”
“Thanks, Christina,” Julian stated.
“How’s the case?” Kane asked, trying to lighten the mood. The call was getting somber.
“Well, so far we found out that the winery is haunted, someone’s stirring up shit, and a ghost attacked Beau.”
Christina gasped at that last piece of information. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he’s only scratched up.”
“Did you take pictures so I can debunk…?”
Kane slapped his hand over her mouth. “We’ll be in contact. I’ll keep the little woman here focused, and we’ll get you the names.”
Julian laughed. “Good idea. We’ll talk to you later.”
When he hung up, Tori yawned. Reaching into his bag, he dug out a granola bar. “How about you have something to eat, and we’ll rest a bit. We have a couple hours before we have to wander around and play investigators.”
Actually, they should be out there right now, but he wasn’t going to push his pregnant wife. Every time she popped back from being with Bethany, she looked drained. Add pregnancy to that, and it was a serious matter.
No, he wasn’t wearing her down. It simply wasn’t happening. For the next seven months or so, they were going to take every precaution necessary.
“I know what you’re doing, Julian,” she said, unwrapping the bar. When a box of juice magically appeared in his hand, she grinned.
“Do you?” he asked, resting beside her. “What is it that you’re accusing me of now?” Julian teased.
“Mothering me.”
He waited for her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Guilty as charged. Sue me for wanting to get food into you and some juice. I’m a horrible, horrible husband. You should divorce me for all my faults. I’m sure the judge will lock me away for all the hideous abuse.”
Tori snorted. “Yeah, yeah, you’re the worst,” she teased before breaking her
He loved that about her.
“Yo, boss man, what’s up?” Kane asked, coming on the line.
“Are you on speaker?”
“Yes, and it’s just me and the little woman. Justin is in his office, Beckett and Claire are following a fornicator, and we were just doing all the paper work to keep the place up and running.”
Julian was happy that his team was following the instructions they’d set in place. That was one less worry on his shoulders.
“Good. Put it away because I need you both for something really important.”
There was a shuffling of papers.
“What is it?”
“We have three dead females,” he said, telling them the entire story. Of their team, Christina was the definite skeptic in the bunch. Granted, she was coming around after what she saw in Kentucky, but she was still a scientist at heart. That couldn’t be shaken easily.
“Okay, and?” she asked, making notes.
“They are unknown and need to be found. Get me their names.”
There was clicking going on, and finally she was back on the line. “I’m going to run every missing person in that area over the last decade.”
“Go back twenty years, just in case,” he stated. While they knew what Bethany said, they weren’t going into details. It would take too much time, and then Christina would want to be privy to the parlor tricks.
That made a mockery out of it, and somehow, Julian didn't think Bethany would like that. They didn't need to piss off their line to the dead.
“Gotcha. What age do you want me to narrow it down to?” Christina asked. “Adult?”
Tori finally spoke. “They’re children.”
The line went quiet.
Tori knew why.
Lately, they were dealing with the death of Vivian’s child, and it was weighing heavily on all of their shoulders. The whole team was rattled and a little off kilter.
Who could blame them?
“Okay, that’s going to take some time. You’d be shocked how many children go missing every year. I’m going to have to run it against the National Missing Children’s registry. I’ll have them to you as soon as I can.”
“Thanks, Christina,” Julian stated.
“How’s the case?” Kane asked, trying to lighten the mood. The call was getting somber.
“Well, so far we found out that the winery is haunted, someone’s stirring up shit, and a ghost attacked Beau.”
Christina gasped at that last piece of information. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he’s only scratched up.”
“Did you take pictures so I can debunk…?”
Kane slapped his hand over her mouth. “We’ll be in contact. I’ll keep the little woman here focused, and we’ll get you the names.”
Julian laughed. “Good idea. We’ll talk to you later.”
When he hung up, Tori yawned. Reaching into his bag, he dug out a granola bar. “How about you have something to eat, and we’ll rest a bit. We have a couple hours before we have to wander around and play investigators.”
Actually, they should be out there right now, but he wasn’t going to push his pregnant wife. Every time she popped back from being with Bethany, she looked drained. Add pregnancy to that, and it was a serious matter.
No, he wasn’t wearing her down. It simply wasn’t happening. For the next seven months or so, they were going to take every precaution necessary.
“I know what you’re doing, Julian,” she said, unwrapping the bar. When a box of juice magically appeared in his hand, she grinned.
“Do you?” he asked, resting beside her. “What is it that you’re accusing me of now?” Julian teased.
“Mothering me.”
He waited for her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Guilty as charged. Sue me for wanting to get food into you and some juice. I’m a horrible, horrible husband. You should divorce me for all my faults. I’m sure the judge will lock me away for all the hideous abuse.”
Tori snorted. “Yeah, yeah, you’re the worst,” she teased before breaking her
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