She took the final stack and dug in. “Are Mitch and Caroline all right?” she asked Grey as she thumbed through the folder on top.Girl. She passed it into the stack of female babies.
“Right as rain. Mitch is already lining up a lawyer to bring a civil suit against Glaw for giving him a head concussion. Caroline, I believe, had my fiancee, Sydney, line up a spa appointment for her at Syd’s favorite place.”
“Good call,” Taylor said, imagining a long spa weekend in her future. Maybe she could talk Matt into going with her.
“I could ask Syd to get you an appointment too,” Grey offered, as if reading her mind. Concern touched his eyes.
Damn, how long had it been since she’d pampered herself? Months? Years? She opened the next folder. “Thanks, but I’m guessing Sydney has better things to do than book spa appointments.”
“She likes taking care of people.”
Taylor was about to respond when her attention landed on the date of the birth certificate in front of her.
Six weeks after Felicity’s kidnapping.
Sex: boy.
She flipped to the next page for the child’s description. Blond hair, blue eyes, weight, length…the stats were a match.
Anexactmatch to what she’d profiled.
Taylor hated to get her hopes up yet again, butoops, too late. As she cruised through the remaining paperwork, she found the intake form for the couple wanting to adopt. A power couple from Tampa—billionaires—looking for a son. Was this the whale who’d offered Ros enough money she’d committed murder for it?
In Ros’s handwriting, a note listed several things the couple were adamant about, one of them making Taylor’s pulse speed up.
Good stock, the note read.
Jesus, she now absolutely hated that phrase.
Apparently from the copied check attached to the folder for the down payment, they were willing to pay big bucks.
A six-figure down payment? Looked like they had a contender. “I have something here,” she told Mer and Grey. “A boy named James that fits the parameters.”
“Send the info to Agent Pearson,” Mer said.
“And Teeg,” Grey added.
Ah yes, competition was a good thing. Using her phone, she took a picture of the birth certificate and sent that, along with the info regarding the birth parents to both techies. She’d see which one could confirm or deny the legitimacy of the adoption first.
“You should think about joining my team permanently,” Grey said, continuing to look through his stack of folders. “I can use someone like you.”
“Are you kidding me?” Mer blustered. “And give up her career at the Bureau? She’ll be filling my shoes soon. You can’t even offer paid vacation.”
Taylor snickered, not because Meredith was correct, but because it felt nice to have people fighting over her.
Grey started to retort and Taylor held up a hand to stop the brewing argument before it gained speed. “I’ll think about the offer, Grey, thank you, but at this moment, all I want to focus on is finding this boy and helping Matt get back on his feet.”
“He’s a good PI.” Grey shuffled his stack. “A good man.”
Yes, he is.The Bureau had definitely blown that one when they’d denied his application. “Agreed. You might consider using his skills on future cases, but I advise against poaching him from the sisters. They’re very protective of him.”
Her phone buzzed, two incoming texts in quick succession. One from Beck, the other from Teeg. She read both of them, a grin breaking over her face. “Gotcha.”
Mer closed the open folder on her lap. “Is it him? The baby?”
Taylor held up James’s folder. “The parents listed on this birth certificate both died in the 40s and are buried in the cemetery right down the street. Ros used their names and social security numbers. What do you want to bet that Baby James is the child of a US Senator and a former world-renowned ballerina?”
Meredith stood and brushed off her slacks. “We’ll need more than conjecture. Let me speak to Ros first, see if I can get her to confirm it. If that doesn’t work, I’ll get a judge to issue a warrant for a DNA test.”