So help me, Zoe, if you"ve done something stupid, I"m going to-!
The incessant ringing reminded J.D. that instead of a.s.suming the worst about his daughter, he should simply answer the phone and find out what was what.
"J.D. Ca.s.s," he said when he took the call.
"Mr. Ca.s.s, this is Cara Oliver," the soft, concerned voice said. "I"m Jacy"s aunt."
"Is something wrong, Ms. Oliver?" Please, G.o.d, please let her say no. Please, G.o.d, please let her say no.
"I-I don"t know quite how to say this, but...well, Zoe is missing."
"What!"
"I take full responsibility," Cara Oliver said. "The girls were sitting in the food court. We"d just gotten ice cream and...I went to the restroom and when I came back, the girls were gone."
"Are all the girls missing?"
"No. I found Jacy, Presley, and Reesa, but when I asked them where Zoe was, they swore they didn"t know. But..."
"But?" J.D. demanded.
"But I think they know something."
"Are you still at the mall?"
"Yes. We"re here at the food court."
"Stay there. I"m on my way."
"Mr. Ca.s.s, I am so very sorry about this."
"It"s not your fault, Ms. Oliver. Zoe is a very resourceful girl and if she wanted to slip away from your watchful eye, she"d have found a way regardless of what you did or didn"t do."
J.D. tossed the phone on the bed, picked up his clothes, and dressed quickly. He didn"t have time for even a quick, much-needed shower. Just as he slipped the phone into the belt holder, Holly came out of the bathroom.
"Leaving?" she asked.
"Yeah, sorry, babe. Fatherhood duties call."
Holly raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Zoe"s pulled a disappearing act. I have to go find her."
"I hate to hear that. Since our acts one and two were so exciting, I was really looking forward to act three."
"Yeah, me, too." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then swatted her behind. "I"ll call you later."
"And I may or may not be available."
J.D. chuckled as he walked toward the door, but by the time he exited Holly"s apartment, his thoughts had turned completely to his daughter.
d.a.m.n it, Zoe, what are you up to now?
At sixty-one, Wayne Sherrod was still a good-looking man. Tall, robust, broad shouldered. He kept his thick, silvery white hair cut short and was, as he always had been, clean-shaven and neat. A medic in Vietnam when he"d been barely nineteen, Wayne never spoke of what had to have been a horrific experience. Audrey could never remember a time in her entire life when she"d heard her father talk about his past. Nothing about being a child, a teenager, or a soldier. During her lifetime, he"d always been a police officer, and according to those who knew him best, he"d been a d.a.m.n fine lawman.
But he"d been a terrible father, especially after he and her mother had divorced. Maybe, if Blake had lived...
When her father entered the second floor of the PSC, she wanted to rush to him, put her arms around him, and tell him she was there for him. How stupid was that? After a lifetime of being mostly ignored and often neglected by her dad, a part of her still longed for a genuine father/daughter relationship. Just once, she wanted to hear Wayne Sherrod tell her that he loved her.
Head held high, shoulders squared and straight, he marched toward Garth"s office, the door open and the four of them waiting anxiously as he approached.
Willie cleared his throat. "Let me do the talking."
"For the record, I"m against doing this," Garth told them for the umpteenth time since Willie had phoned Wayne.
Standing at her side, Tam reached down and grasped Audrey"s clenched fist. Audrey looked at her best friend, relaxed her fingers, clutched Tam"s hand, and gave it a hard squeeze.
Wayne paused in the doorway, surveyed the foursome, and settled his gaze on Willie. "What"s this about?"
"Come on in and close the door," Willie said.
Hesitating only momentarily, Wayne did as his old friend had asked. Once they were enclosed privately in Garth"s office, he glared at Audrey. Instead of averting her gaze, she stared right back at him. The days when her father could intimidate her with a hard, cold glare were long gone.
"Take a seat." Willie indicated a wooden chair to the right of the desk.
"I"ll stand, thanks."
"We"re not all in agreement about this," Garth said. "If it had been up to me, we wouldn"t be doing this."
"Doing what?" Wayne"s brow furrowed with curiosity and concern as he focused on Garth. "What the h.e.l.l"s going on? Whatever it is, just spit it out." Wayne narrowed his gaze and directed it toward Willie.
"We"ve had two young women abducted and murdered," Willie said.
"Two?" Wayne asked.
"Yeah. Debra Gregory"s body was found this morning. Same MO as the Jill Scott murder."
"I hate to hear that, but what does either murder have to do with me?"
"Not a d.a.m.n thing!" Garth stomped across the room until he stood in front of his brother-in-law.
Puzzlement clear in Wayne"s brown eyes, he ignored Garth and asked Willie again, "What do the murders of these two women have to do with me?"
"The information I"m going to share with you hasn"t been released to the public and it won"t be for as long as we can possibly keep it under wraps," Willie said. "Both women were found sitting in rocking chairs, as everyone knows. Both were holding blanket-wrapped bundles in their arms. The press has stated that they a.s.sume the women were holding dolls."
"But they weren"t, were they?" Wayne glanced at Audrey.
She forced herself not to look away, to hold her gaze steady and not to back down from the coldness in her father"s eyes.
"No, both women were holding the skeletal remains of what have been identified as human males, probably between two and three years old."
Wayne didn"t move, didn"t flinch, didn"t so much as blink. He stood there so quiet, so rigid, that he could have been mistaken for a marble statue.
"Wayne?" Willie called his name.
He didn"t respond.
"Daddy?" Audrey said. And when he didn"t reply, she walked over and laid her hand on his arm. He stiffened instantly. "They haven"t identified the remains," she told him. "Not yet. It"s possible that neither-"
"You think one of them could be Blake, don"t you?" Her father glanced at where her hand rested on his upper arm. He pulled away from her and confronted Willie. "That"s what this is about. You think..." He gulped hard. "You believe it"s possible that one of the bodies-one of the skeletons-is my son."
"I tried to tell them that there"s no way in h.e.l.l that either could be Blake." Garth gripped Wayne"s shoulder.
Wayne took a deep breath. "No one can be that certain. And if there"s one chance in a billion...I want to know. You"ll need a DNA sample. I a.s.sume mine will do. If not, I still have..." He closed his eyes for half a second. "I have Blake"s hairbrush, his toothbrush...."
Oh, Daddy...Daddy.
Tears choked Audrey, tears that threatened to escape and overflow.
Poor Daddy. Poor little Blake.
If he hadn"t been so d.a.m.n p.i.s.sed at Zoe, he might have appreciated what a lovely woman Cara Oliver was. Late twenties, big brown eyes, and a mane of thick auburn hair that framed a face blessed with attractive features. Even in jeans and an oversized cotton sweater, she couldn"t hide the appeal of her slender yet curvy body.
"Mr. Ca.s.s, I am so very sorry about this." Cara gazed up at him pleadingly.
J.D. offered her a forced smile. "Don"t blame yourself. It"s not your fault. Zoe"s a handful. This isn"t the first time she"s pulled a stunt like this."
"I"ve spoken to the girls again and I"m sure they know something. But they"re not talking." She glanced at the threesome, who sat with eyes downcast at a nearby table in the food court.
"Mind if I talk to them?"
"No, please, be my guest." Cara huffed in exasperation.
When J.D. approached the girls, they scooted their chairs closer together. He looked from one to another. Jacy had the same dark red hair and brown eyes as her aunt, but was not as pretty. Presley was cute as a b.u.t.ton, with curly brown hair and a smattering of freckles across her pert little nose. And blond, blue-eyed Reesa possessed the promise of becoming a real femme fatale in the tradition of a long list of bosomy Hollywood blondes.
J.D. grabbed an empty chair, turned it around, and sat down, straddling his legs around the back and resting his arms on the top of the frame. "Where"s Zoe?"
Silence.
"Jacy, where"s my daughter?"
Jacy hazarded a glance at J.D. "I don"t know." She quickly cast her gaze downward again.
"Presley?"
She stared at him, a look of sheer terror in her hazel eyes. "I-I don"t know where she is, Mr. Ca.s.s. I don"t."
"Reesa?"
She smoothed nonexistent wrinkles from the long sleeves of her colorful T-shirt, then lifted her head and smiled at him. "Zoe"s all right. You don"t have to worry about her. She"ll come home when she"s ready to."
"Hush," Jacy warned.
"You promised," Presley chimed in simultaneously.
"Oh, get over it," Reesa told her friends. "I didn"t promise Zoe anything. You two did. And I"m not going to be given the third degree by her dad, who I"m sure knows all kinds of ways to make us talk since he"s a TBI agent." Reesa batted her eyelashes at J.D.
Good G.o.d, the child is actually flirting with me.
"Aunt Cara," Jacy wailed. "You won"t let him give us the third degree, will you?"
Cara managed to keep a straight face. "Actually, I"ve already given Mr. Ca.s.s...uh...Special Agent Ca.s.s permission to do just that, if he believes it"s necessary."
Tears filled Presley"s eyes. Jacy whimpered.
Reesa snorted. "You two are pathetic. He can"t do anything without your parents" permission." She looked at J.D. "Can you?"
"Is that what you girls want?" he asked. "You want to involve your parents?"
"Zoe"s with my brother Dawson," Presley blurted out.
J.D. grimaced. His daughter was with some boy doing G.o.d only knew what. "How old is Dawson?"
"He"s sixteen," Presley said.
Well, at least the boy was just that-a boy. "Where did Zoe and Dawson go?"
"I honestly don"t know." Presley looked him in the eye.
He could tell that she wasn"t lying. She was too frightened to lie.
"They just went for a ride in his new car," Reesa said. "They wanted to have some fun, to be alone together. There"s no crime in that, is there?"
Reesa was a little smart aleck, but she was not his problem. Zoe was.
"He"ll take her home," Presley said. "It"s not as if they"ve eloped or anything like that."
"Thank G.o.d for small favors," J.D. grumbled under his breath, then told Presley, "Call Zoe. She won"t answer her phone if she sees I"m the one calling her. Tell her that her father said to get her b.u.t.t home ASAP if she knows what"s good for her."
"Er...ah...yes, sir."