Page 89 of Chasing Dreams
“I’ve read the last two pages of the same book about ten times.”
“If you want to sleep try the program manuals.”
“Thanks, I might do that.”
“Ken got leads on a couple more kids today,” he said. “He contacted parents and they’re overnighting us something I can use.”
“You need me for that,” she said. “They already have the criminals in hand, they need to see where the kids are now.”
“We know,” he said. “And it’s a hundred percent sure we’ll want you here as soon as you can make it.”
She could set things in order tomorrow and leave the following day. “I could fly in Sunday evening.”
“I’ll book you a flight and send you the eticket.”
“Okay.” She knew they both wanted to say more. She wanted to tell him she missed him and that she wanted to be with him forever. She wanted to tell him she loved him.
“I’ll call you with the flight information.”
“Thanks, Austin.”
“Good night.”
Shaine hung up. An hour later she trudged upstairs for the manuals.
* *
“How’s the baby?”
“He’s a doll.” Shaine slid into the car and plucked her damp blouse away from her skin. “Whew! Good thing I packed some summer clothes. Whose car?”
“Ken’s,” Austin replied, pulling away from the curb. “He’s meeting us tomorrow morning.”
“How’s it going?”
“They’ve located two more kids.”
“That’s wonderful.”
“Not through anything I did. The Holbrooks seem to remember nearly all the kids and where they delivered them. Some they remember on their own. Some of them Rossi volunteers. It’s going to boil down to the department coming up with every file for a child missing over about a two-year period, and showing them the photos. We’re basically at their mercy, but they don’t realize it yet and they’re talking to save their own butts.”
“What about the man and woman who actually took them?”
“They’ve been identified, but so far no luck in trying to find them.” He spoke as he maneuvered through the evening traffic. “Ken has had to assign people to stay in the homes where the children have been returned. They can’t take the chance of this getting out to the press before those two are caught.”
“What a nightmare.” She looked over at him thoughtfully. “What about you? You were in that guy’s head. Can you get anything on him?”
“I’ve been working on it.”
Fatigue was evident in the clear-cut lines around his mouth. “Have you been running?”
He shook his head.
“There a gym at the hotel?”
“He’s got me in a motel.”
“Is there a pool?”
