The next morning, Mike was planning on working in his yard. He couldn't
keep his mind from wandering back to the kiss on Molly's doorstep. He
flushed and felt warm when he remembered. He had to leave before things
got out of hand.
They had made another date for that evening and he could
hardly wait.
Molly had awakened early. She was anxious to start
her day because it would bring her that much closer to her date with Mike.
She had received a phone call from her friend, Mitch.
He had said that they had traced the car to a family that had employed a
young girl to babysit their baby - Baby John.
She was being questioned by the police. They
were convinced that this was the break that they need to crack the kidnaping
ring.
The girl was very frightened. She was very candid
about her own involvement in the scheme, but was reluctant to mention anyone
else that might be involved with the ring. Molly was on her way to visit
the parents. She would need to determine whether the baby was in any
danger from them.
"Hi, Mrs. Collins? My name is
Molly Brightman. I'm from Social Services." Before Molly could
get any further the woman, who looked as if she hadn't slept in several days,
lunged toward Molly.
"Have they found my baby? Please, I
have to know." Molly tried to calm her down as best as she could.
They then proceeded into the living room.
"We found a baby a couple of nights ago."
The woman's face brightened.
"Someone saw a young girl
leave it in a fire truck. A fireman found her." In the woman's
face was found a note of recognition.
"Melissa? She was our babysitter. Is
she the one who kidnaped our baby?"
Molly would have to present her report to her boss
before custody could be given back to the parents. Mrs. Collins was not
happy about that.
"Why can't I have my baby? You can't keep him
from me." Molly tried to remain calm in order to keep the mother
calm.
"It will just be a day or so. We have to make
sure that baby John Doe . . . " The mother interrupted.
"His name is Christopher." Molly
apologized.
"We have to make sure Christopher is going to be
safe before we release him."
The mother finally calmed down enough that Molly felt as
if she could leave. She didn't feel as if there would be any problem
getting Christopher back to his mom.
"They've picked up Melissa. She's probably spilling
her guts as we speak." The man seated behind the desk did not seem
rattled yet.
"Is there enough to connect us to her?" The
other man processed this information carefully.
"Just her word against ours."
At the police station, Melissa had been processed
and was now being questioned. She was only twenty and was very scared.
"Did you kidnap the Collins' baby?" The
detective asked her.
"Yes, but . . ." And then she
stopped.
They could not get her to name the higher-ups in the
organization even to save herself.
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"Hi." Mike said as he kissed her. For
a moment, they were both brought back to the night before.
"Mmmm, that was nice." Molly said as
they broke apart. She had come over to his house where he had prepared a
sumptuous meal.
"Where did you learn to cook like this?"
She asked with her mouth slightly full.
"I had to learn how to cook for the fire
station." Molly nodded as she continued eating. Mike smiled as
he watched Molly eat. She was rather thin, so he was glad to see her eat.
They sat on the couch and sipped coffee.
"So, you're going to return the baby to his
mother?" Mike asked as he toyed with a strand of her hair.
"Well, we have to make sure that the baby will be
safe. We think that we know what happened. The babysitter kidnaped
the baby and is working with the kidnaping ring. However, the babysitter
won't tell us who she's working with."
They talked some more about other things as they
listened to Christmas music. It was a perfect evening. They felt so
comfortable together.
"Chet is trying to get your phone number."
Molly laughed.
"Well, even if he had my phone number, I wouldn't
go out with him." Mike got very serious, very quickly. She was
now staring deeply into his eyes.
"Why not?" His eyes were so intense that
she found herself shuddering. She could barely speak.
"Because I . . . I like you . . . a
lot." This was exactly what he wanted to hear. He kissed her
softly at first, and then with more passion. He was losing control fast.
"Would you like for me to spend the night?"
She was speaking barely above a whisper. This time it was he who was
shuddering.
"I want that more than anything in the world."
He answered back softly.
Part Three