Don't Cry. Beverly Barton

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СКАЧАТЬ 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 hell’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 damn 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 assume 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 hell 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 assume 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 damn pissed 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. Cass, 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 button, 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. Cass. 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 God, 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. Cass…uh…Special Agent Cass 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 God only knew what. “How old is СКАЧАТЬ