Page 99 of Missing Justice
Taylor recognized the colored folders, their Hearts of Love logos shining under the overhead light. “You might want to reconsider who your friends are. I can tie you to the murder of Felicity Jarvis, and that, my dear Rosalind, is just the tip of the iceberg.”
A few slaps of his cheeks from Caroline, and Mitch came to. Grey and Caroline helped him into a chair. He reared up, his gaze landing on Rosalind after a moment. “Did she seriously get the jump on me?”
Caroline patted his shoulder. “Relax, killer. Her minion did. He snuck up behind you. You never had a chance.”
“Where is he?” Mitch shrugged off Caroline’s hands and pushed out of the chair, nearly toppling over with dizziness from his head wound. “Where the fuck is he?”
“You see that?” Taylor said to Ros. “Start talking or I’ll turn him and his wife loose on you, and believe me when I say, Caroline there follows through on her promises. Plus, you hurt her husband. That alone warrants an ass-kicking.”
Caroline and Mitch advanced on Rosalind, although Mitch continued to be unsteady on his feet and Grey had to grab him before he ran into the other chair. But the fierceness in their faces made Ros press back in her chair.
Taylor wheeled the chair around so the woman faced her. She leaned down in front of her and pointed at the red folder. “Tell me where the baby is that’s on that birth certificate.”
Matt disappeared out the door.
Ros’s cell phone played a melody for an incoming text. “No.”
Frustration burned in Taylor’s veins. She wanted to hit something. Someone. While she was sure no one in this room would blame her if she clocked Rosalind again, it wasn’t how she did things.
Taylor glanced at the phone. The caller ID read “BabyDot” and included a message:Stork run confirmed for 7 pm.
Stork? Storks delivered babies. “Who’s BabyDot?” she asked Ros. “Is she delivering the baby tonight to the new family?”
Matt came back in, hauling Glaw with him. He shoved Glaw into one of the chairs and the man winced. For the first time, Rosalind looked worried. “It’s a legitimate adoption.”
“Bullshit.” Matt flipped open the folder. “The parents listed on the original birth certificate are fake. If this is the kid being delivered to the new parents, it’s not a legal adoption. Where’s the drop-off?”
“I’m not telling you anything. If you have evidence to charge me of a crime, then haul me to police headquarters and I’ll call my lawyer.”
Matt wheeled away from Ros and yanked on the back of Glaw’s neck. “Tell us where your friend is delivering that baby or you’re going down with your boss.”
“Don’t say anything, Dwayne!” Ros said.
Taylor flicked her gaze from Ros to Glaw. “Fine. Let’s discuss Baby Jarvis. Where is he?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Glaw said, monotone. “The adoption agency is legit.”
Right. And she was Taylor Swift.
Playing with Ros’s phone, Taylor tried to circumvent the passcode so she could read all the texts, not just the one that had flashed on the lock screen. Looked like old Ros had set up a touch ID. That would make things easy. And she had a sneaking suspicion BabyDot was none other than Dottie Hernandez.
Taylor studied Glaw, took in the stiffness in his body, the tension. The build was about right. Could he be…
“You broke into my home, didn’t you?” she said to Glaw as she yanked Ros’s tied hands up and placed one of her thumbs on the phone. “You tried to sabotage my car, and you beat me up. Assaulting a federal officer is a felony. Add to it that you caused bodily injury and were carrying a weapon at the time, and you’re looking at twenty years, probably more. Oh, and by the way,” Taylor turned to Ros. “Since Mitch and Caroline are both former agents, and Matt is a former cop, you’re looking at four counts of the same, Rosalind. That’s just the beginning of what I can charge you with.”
Matt yanked on Glaw again. “We know you killed Felicity Jarvis. She ID’d your truck on the phone to her husband. It’s only a matter of time until we prove it.”
While Ros was occupied with Matt, Taylor grabbed her hand and shoved her thumb to her phone’s screen. Before the woman’s brain engaged and she snatched her hand away, the cell phone recognized the thumbprint and—hello—opened to the main screen. Taylor hit the button for text messages.
“I want to cut a deal,” Glaw said.
Ros swung her head. “What?”
“Got it,” Taylor waved the phone. “I’ve got the address for the baby delivery.”
Grey pointed a finger. “Matt and Taylor, go get that baby. Brice and Caroline, take Mitch to the hospital. Gerard and I will handle these two.”
“My head’s fine,” Mitch groaned. “I hate hospitals.”
