The Girl Who Disappeared Twice (Forensic Instincts 1)

Linda took the photos excitedly, perusing them, one by one. “She looks so much like you!” she cooed. “And I’m so glad you have her so you’re not lonely.” A flicker of sadness. “I wish I could see her. But you mustn’t take her out. Not anywhere. You know how scary the world is. And how bad things happen.” Linda leaned even closer, placing her index finger across her lips in a gesture of secrecy. “One of the nurses tried to take me down to the lake the other day. I wouldn’t let her. I know I would have fallen in. I would have died. I don’t want to die.”

“And you’re not going to,” Felicity said adamantly. “I won’t let you. We’ll share Krissy. We’ll both love her. And I’ll keep her safe. I promise.”

“You’ve kept her inside?”

“Just like you kept me. In her princess room. I even made her a special game for the computer. She likes computers, Mama. Just like me. Maybe she’ll be a web designer someday, like I am. She’ll get money without ever having to go out. Till then, I have the money in the big gym bag to take care of her. She’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. I’ll take care of her, like you take care of me. And if anyone tries to find us or hurt us, I’ll take her away. No one will know where we are but you.”

“Oh God.” Inside the van, Hope gripped the back of the seat. She’d been watching the scene over Ryan’s shoulder. “She’s going to run away. We’ve got to stop her.” She made a sharp move toward the van door.

Casey put an arm across her, stopping any sudden movements. Even though Marc had locked the buttons, she had to take Hope down a notch. Otherwise, she could start pounding on the windows and making a scene.

“Don’t,” Casey instructed. “Please, Hope. Let us do our jobs.”

Hope whirled around. “What if she takes Krissy and runs away? My daughter would be gone forever.”

“That’s not going to happen. The task force is prepared for anything. It’s not an accident that they’re letting this scene play out. If they storm in and grab Felicity, she might never reveal Krissy’s location. The kind of maternal commitment she feels for Krissy would make her put her own freedom and safety at risk before she’d risk endangering the child she thinks of as her own. The best way of making sure we find Krissy is to follow Felicity and let her lead us to your daughter.”

“But if that’s true, how could she leave Krissy alone in that prison? Who does she think is caring for her?”

“Felicity’s not thinking rationally. She’ll convince herself that somehow she’ll get back to her baby. We can’t trust the sanity of her reactions. We have to find Krissy firsthand.”

“What if Felicity panics and Krissy gets hurt?”

“Felicity is right here at Sunny Gardens, Hope. She’s not with Krissy. Which means that your daughter’s not in any imminent danger. Don’t fall apart on me now.”

“There’s an awful lot of staff milling around,” Ryan noted with a frown. “I don’t know how much they were told, but I wish they’d go about their business. We want things to look as normal as possible.”

At that moment, Felicity rose, telling Linda that she needed to use the ladies’ room. She left everything—her tote bag, and the shopping bag with all the goodies she’d brought—for Linda to enjoy. She then disappeared in the direction of the main building.

“Good,” Ryan said. “She’s going inside. Let’s use this time. I’ll give Jeri Koehler, the head nurse, a call, and tell her to page some of her personnel. That way, when Felicity gets back, she won’t have an audience waiting for her.”

He made the phone call on the private line Jeri had given him.

Soon afterward, the area around Linda began to clear.

“Smart move,” Casey praised Ryan. “We don’t want Felicity catching on to the surveillance.”

Fifteen minutes later, Casey wasn’t so sure.

“Where the hell is she?” she muttered. “It was a trip to the bathroom, not to the supermarket.”

“She might have stopped to talk to Linda’s doctor,” Marc suggested. “She left her tote bag, so I think we’re safe. Women don’t travel without their pocketbooks.”

“No, they don’t.” Casey was scooting over to the door, her reaction the antithesis of Marc’s. “Not even to the bathroom. Marc, unlock the buttons. And sit here with Hope.”

He complied at once, looping around and sliding in on the opposite side of the car, so Hope had no chance of following Casey.

“Where are you going?” Hope asked Casey in alarm.

“To make sure I’m not overreacting.” She wasn’t.

Because before Casey had taken her first step out of the van, she saw Peg jump out of her car and head over to Don’s, leaning in the window and waving her hand as she spoke. A minute later, a handful of agents and cops got out of their cars and scattered, some scrutinizing the parking lot, others making a beeline for the front door.

The top brass met Peg there, the hospital administrator clearly distraught.

Casey raced across the street and through the gates, charging up to the front door. “What’s happened?”

Peg turned to her. “One of the nurses was knocked out in the ladies’ room,” she replied tersely. “Her cap and uniform are missing. So are her car keys. And Felicity is nowhere to be found.”