"I didn’t know you could draw so well," Luis said as he handed her a cup of tea.
"Well, it’s just another gift that I have. One of many, I might add."
"Officer Lopez-Fitzgerald, Ms. Crane," someone said. It was someone they never saw before.
"Yes?" they responded. My name is Agent Clark Engel. Agent Phillips can’t make it, so I’m here in her
"Any word on if they found Rachel McHugh," Luis asked.
"Unfortunately, I have some bad news. When we got to the old Baptist church, they weren’t there. But there
was an indication that they had been. It looked as if Watts was in a hurry to get out of there. It was almost as
if he knew we were coming."
Sheridan let out a frustrated sigh. So, close. She hated having the feeling of taking one step forward and two
"I’m afraid for her, Luis. I don’t know what he’s going to do after this. He knows we were close. How long
before he makes a mistake and panics. He could kill her. She could die before he originally planned.
"He’s not going to kill her, Sheridan. We are going to get to her before he can."
"How can you be so sure?" she whispered.
"I can’t. But I trust you and I trust the FBI."
"Trust is seriously overrated."
Luis lifted an eyebrow. "Is it really?"
"Yes. You can trust someone or something, but that doesn’t mean they’re actually trustworthy."
"You sound as if you know that from experience."
"How did you become so cynical?"
"I have every right to be, after all I’ve been through."
"Is that so?"
Sheridan was becoming very uncomfortable with the way the conversation was turning. She shifted uneasily in her
chair and looked down a Sam’sdesk.
As a little girl, she had placed her trust in may people. She looked to them to keep her safe and protected. But
she wasn’t safe. All the trust in the world didn’t save her from being taken.
And when she thought she could trust again, she was wrong. She silently cursed the day the CIA entered her life
and flipped it upside down...yet another time.
"Besides being kidnapped as a girl, what else happened to make you feel that way," Luis asked gently.
"Nothing you’d be interested in."
"Look Luis. I can’t discuss this with you. Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to."
Luis could hear the anger enter her voice and decided to let it rest.
"I’m sorry I snapped at you, Luis, but I’m getting a little too stressed out."
"I understand ,Sheridan. Really I do. We are all starting to feel the pressure."
A large group of people were beginning to assemble around Sam’s desk for a meeting with Agent Engel.
"Okay, people. It seems as thought we have a very reliable lead on the location of Rachel McHugh and Brian
Watts. A man fitting Mr. Watts’description was pulled over by a state trooper 5 miles south of there. A young girl
around the age of 13 years, with long dark hair was sleeping in the passenger seat. The trooper didn’t know about
the missing girl and her captor until he went back to his office. He contacted us 10 minutes ago. Looks as thought
they are headed toward Harmony."
What are we doing to make sure we find them?" One of the four agents assigned to the case asked.
We have all available cops on alert. We are working with or best profilers and investigators to ensure capture.
You will all be given your assignments in a couple of minutes. All I have to say now is good luck and Godspeed
to you all."
With that, Agent Engel excused everyone.
"Sheridan turned fearful Eyes to Luis. She really didn’t want to get her hopes up, only to have them dashed
Luis saw a hint of fear in her eyes. He put his hand on her shoulder. She turned her head up to look at his face.
She smiled at the sympathy she saw there. He really was a sweet guy.
She laughed to herself when she remembered their first encounter. She remembered how she thought he was a complete
jerk. Now she liked nothing better than to be around him. He made her feel safe.
Safe. Sheridan never thought she would ever feel that way again. But there was a self-confidence about him that
was more than encouraging.