been thinking about you a lot today.”
Christy swallowed and slowly closed her eyes. She refused to tell him that she had been thinking about him a lot that day as well, although she hadn’t wanted to do so. “How was your day in court?” she asked, remembering the reason he had returned to Houston early was a subpoena he had received.
“It was OK. And how are you doing with that Patterson Report?”
She sighed, thinking that talking to him about it would distract her from how good it felt knowing he was on the phone and had thought enough to call. She didn’t want to place too much stock in it.
“I think I’ve made a connection with Mrs. Patterson’s dreams and the kidnappings of other teens,” she said excitedly. “I visited the FBI office here today but they weren’t cooperative.”
Alex chuckled. “People would always say that when we didn’t tell them what they wanted to know or wanted to hear.”
Christy smiled. “OK, I admit I might have been a little pushy.”
“A little.”
“Well, maybe a lot. That guy rubbed me the wrong way. He acted like he didn’t want to answer a few questions.”
“A few?”
“All right, there might have been more than just a few.”
“OK, let’s talk about it. What are the possible links?”
Christy spent the next ten minutes discussing all the things she had discovered, including the connection of the kidnapped girl’s name to Christmas and the similarities between her and Bonita. Alex listened and he asked questions that made her think.
“In your research, if you find similarities between Bonita and the other kidnapped girls as well, there might be a reason for it. If these girls are being shipped out of the country to be used as some man’s playthings, these men may be requesting girls with certain features.”
He sighed deeply. “There was once a baby-kidnapping ring that we busted that did that very thing. When desperate couples went to them wanting to ‘adopt’ a child with certain features, they would go out and kidnap a child to fit that couple’s specifications. The same thing may be happening here.”
“That’s sick.”
“Anyone who would kidnap another human being to use for profit is sick. They are also dangerous. I’m not saying that all the girls who have been kidnapped will have blond hair and blue eyes, but it might be something you will want to check out. And don’t be surprised if you find young boys have been abducted as well.”
“Now I know why you’re so good at what you do,” she said moments later.
His soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine and made a ripple pass through every part of her body. “Why?”
“Because you’re sharp.”
“Umm, at the moment I’m also missing you.”
Christy bit down on her bottom lip. The way he’d spoken the words gripped her with the utmost tenderness and filled her with a unique feeling of warmth. But she knew she couldn’t get pulled in by the intensity of the emotions he stirred. “Don’t, Alex,” she said softly.
“Why not?”
“It’s too late for us.”
“I refuse to accept that, Christy. I screwed up, but I intend to make things right.”
“You can’t. Good night, Alex.”
For the longest time Alex held the phone in his hand after Christy hung up. Moments later he sighed deeply. She may be one of the most stubborn people he knew, but when it came to getting something he wanted, he was one of the most persistent.
He would complete this new case he was involved with. Then he would start work on what he considered the most important assignment in his life.
Christy spent the next few days going through loads of documentation, articles, and tons of microfilm while researching information on all the reported kidnappings she had linked to Morganna’s dreams.
Satisfied more than ever that she was on to something, she decided to make a day trip to Columbus, the last place Bonita Patterson was seen alive, and talk with Clara Jenkins, the woman who owned the
Christy swallowed and slowly closed her eyes. She refused to tell him that she had been thinking about him a lot that day as well, although she hadn’t wanted to do so. “How was your day in court?” she asked, remembering the reason he had returned to Houston early was a subpoena he had received.
“It was OK. And how are you doing with that Patterson Report?”
She sighed, thinking that talking to him about it would distract her from how good it felt knowing he was on the phone and had thought enough to call. She didn’t want to place too much stock in it.
“I think I’ve made a connection with Mrs. Patterson’s dreams and the kidnappings of other teens,” she said excitedly. “I visited the FBI office here today but they weren’t cooperative.”
Alex chuckled. “People would always say that when we didn’t tell them what they wanted to know or wanted to hear.”
Christy smiled. “OK, I admit I might have been a little pushy.”
“A little.”
“Well, maybe a lot. That guy rubbed me the wrong way. He acted like he didn’t want to answer a few questions.”
“A few?”
“All right, there might have been more than just a few.”
“OK, let’s talk about it. What are the possible links?”
Christy spent the next ten minutes discussing all the things she had discovered, including the connection of the kidnapped girl’s name to Christmas and the similarities between her and Bonita. Alex listened and he asked questions that made her think.
“In your research, if you find similarities between Bonita and the other kidnapped girls as well, there might be a reason for it. If these girls are being shipped out of the country to be used as some man’s playthings, these men may be requesting girls with certain features.”
He sighed deeply. “There was once a baby-kidnapping ring that we busted that did that very thing. When desperate couples went to them wanting to ‘adopt’ a child with certain features, they would go out and kidnap a child to fit that couple’s specifications. The same thing may be happening here.”
“That’s sick.”
“Anyone who would kidnap another human being to use for profit is sick. They are also dangerous. I’m not saying that all the girls who have been kidnapped will have blond hair and blue eyes, but it might be something you will want to check out. And don’t be surprised if you find young boys have been abducted as well.”
“Now I know why you’re so good at what you do,” she said moments later.
His soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine and made a ripple pass through every part of her body. “Why?”
“Because you’re sharp.”
“Umm, at the moment I’m also missing you.”
Christy bit down on her bottom lip. The way he’d spoken the words gripped her with the utmost tenderness and filled her with a unique feeling of warmth. But she knew she couldn’t get pulled in by the intensity of the emotions he stirred. “Don’t, Alex,” she said softly.
“Why not?”
“It’s too late for us.”
“I refuse to accept that, Christy. I screwed up, but I intend to make things right.”
“You can’t. Good night, Alex.”
For the longest time Alex held the phone in his hand after Christy hung up. Moments later he sighed deeply. She may be one of the most stubborn people he knew, but when it came to getting something he wanted, he was one of the most persistent.
He would complete this new case he was involved with. Then he would start work on what he considered the most important assignment in his life.
Christy spent the next few days going through loads of documentation, articles, and tons of microfilm while researching information on all the reported kidnappings she had linked to Morganna’s dreams.
Satisfied more than ever that she was on to something, she decided to make a day trip to Columbus, the last place Bonita Patterson was seen alive, and talk with Clara Jenkins, the woman who owned the
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