Heidi
said, stepping inside. “But I haven't seen you in several days and haven't seen
Monica coming around to help you with your rehab. Is everything okay?”
Since Heidi is a good friend
and lives next door, she often comes over in her around-the-house uniform: very
small tight shorts and a tight tank top with nothing underneath to support her
considerable femininity.
I hadn't told her what had
happened, but she could see in my face that all was not well.
“Jake, what is it? What
happened?”
“It’s okay, Wilson. You can
come out.”
I asked Heidi to sit down and
explained to her about Monica being abducted.
“Oh, Jake,” she said,
clutching her hands over her heart. “That's terrible.” Tears welled up in her
eyes. “Who would do something like that?”
I took it as more of a
rhetorical question.
Then she asked, “What can I
do to help?”
Her offer caught me off
guard. She's a sweet person and would do anything I asked her to do.
“Heidi,” I said, “it's very
kind of you to offer, but this is a dangerous situation. The LAPD and the FBI
are involved. We'll find her.”
“But you and Monica risked
your lives for me. You rescued me from that maniac, Pipestone. I have to do
something to help. What can I do?”
I thought for a moment. “Do
you believe in prayer?”
“Of course.”
“So do I. It would be very
helpful if you would pray for Monica's safe return.”
She was crying now, and
nodding. “I'll do it, Jake. I'll pray for Monica and for you.”
“Thank you. I know it will
make a difference.”
Heidi had experienced a
terrible trauma the week before I was shot, when Jasper Pipestone kidnapped and
tortured her. Monica and I rescued her and I knew that hearing of Monica’s
abduction brought back the horrible memories of her own experience. I didn’t
want to just tell her what happened and send her away, so I offered her a cup
of tea. She accepted. We chatted for a few minutes while she sipped her tea.
She wanted to know how the search was progressing, so I told her what we had
done so far. As she finished her tea, she offered again to do anything she
could to help. I thanked her again and she left.
Wilson and I got to our
office at eight thirty. I got the coffee maker going for Mildred and made
myself a cup of tea, putting it in my travel mug so I could drink it on the way
to Alex's office. I told Wilson I'd pick him up from Mildred's. He woofed that he would be okay. I knelt and gave him a good
scratch behind the ears; he gave me a couple of good licks on the side of my
face.
When I walked into Alex's
office at nine twenty, Susan sat in one of his guest chairs.
“Morning, Jake,” Alex said,
sounding agitated. “Look who dropped in for a visit. ”
“Hello, Susan,” I said. “Nice
to see you.”
“Nice you see you, Jake,” she
said. “I wish the circumstances were better.”
“Me, too.”
She was wearing a pair of
snug jeans, the female version of a yellow Oxford button down, black leather
boots, and a navy blazer. Her black shoulder-length hair was silky, and her
dark eyes radiated an intensity that suggested both intelligence and passion.
She smelled good. Obsession , I think. Very nice.
“My little sister,” Alex
said, “has informed me that she will be joining us today for a ride along. Isn't
that just swell?”
His annoyance made me smile.
I could imagine the two of them as teenagers—the brilliant, nerdy older
brother and the pretty, confident , sometimes bossy,
little sister.
“Well,” I said, “we could
always overpower her and lock her in a holding cell.”
She looked at me with one of
those, Oh please , expressions.
“Alex,” she said, “I don't
see what you're so upset about. I just need to ride along and observe. I'm
nearing the end of my Ph.D. in forensic psychology. I'm hoping to work for the
FBI. I need to be familiar with how things work. Who better to show me than my
big brother, who just happens to be a Special Agent in Charge in the
said, stepping inside. “But I haven't seen you in several days and haven't seen
Monica coming around to help you with your rehab. Is everything okay?”
Since Heidi is a good friend
and lives next door, she often comes over in her around-the-house uniform: very
small tight shorts and a tight tank top with nothing underneath to support her
considerable femininity.
I hadn't told her what had
happened, but she could see in my face that all was not well.
“Jake, what is it? What
happened?”
“It’s okay, Wilson. You can
come out.”
I asked Heidi to sit down and
explained to her about Monica being abducted.
“Oh, Jake,” she said,
clutching her hands over her heart. “That's terrible.” Tears welled up in her
eyes. “Who would do something like that?”
I took it as more of a
rhetorical question.
Then she asked, “What can I
do to help?”
Her offer caught me off
guard. She's a sweet person and would do anything I asked her to do.
“Heidi,” I said, “it's very
kind of you to offer, but this is a dangerous situation. The LAPD and the FBI
are involved. We'll find her.”
“But you and Monica risked
your lives for me. You rescued me from that maniac, Pipestone. I have to do
something to help. What can I do?”
I thought for a moment. “Do
you believe in prayer?”
“Of course.”
“So do I. It would be very
helpful if you would pray for Monica's safe return.”
She was crying now, and
nodding. “I'll do it, Jake. I'll pray for Monica and for you.”
“Thank you. I know it will
make a difference.”
Heidi had experienced a
terrible trauma the week before I was shot, when Jasper Pipestone kidnapped and
tortured her. Monica and I rescued her and I knew that hearing of Monica’s
abduction brought back the horrible memories of her own experience. I didn’t
want to just tell her what happened and send her away, so I offered her a cup
of tea. She accepted. We chatted for a few minutes while she sipped her tea.
She wanted to know how the search was progressing, so I told her what we had
done so far. As she finished her tea, she offered again to do anything she
could to help. I thanked her again and she left.
Wilson and I got to our
office at eight thirty. I got the coffee maker going for Mildred and made
myself a cup of tea, putting it in my travel mug so I could drink it on the way
to Alex's office. I told Wilson I'd pick him up from Mildred's. He woofed that he would be okay. I knelt and gave him a good
scratch behind the ears; he gave me a couple of good licks on the side of my
face.
When I walked into Alex's
office at nine twenty, Susan sat in one of his guest chairs.
“Morning, Jake,” Alex said,
sounding agitated. “Look who dropped in for a visit. ”
“Hello, Susan,” I said. “Nice
to see you.”
“Nice you see you, Jake,” she
said. “I wish the circumstances were better.”
“Me, too.”
She was wearing a pair of
snug jeans, the female version of a yellow Oxford button down, black leather
boots, and a navy blazer. Her black shoulder-length hair was silky, and her
dark eyes radiated an intensity that suggested both intelligence and passion.
She smelled good. Obsession , I think. Very nice.
“My little sister,” Alex
said, “has informed me that she will be joining us today for a ride along. Isn't
that just swell?”
His annoyance made me smile.
I could imagine the two of them as teenagers—the brilliant, nerdy older
brother and the pretty, confident , sometimes bossy,
little sister.
“Well,” I said, “we could
always overpower her and lock her in a holding cell.”
She looked at me with one of
those, Oh please , expressions.
“Alex,” she said, “I don't
see what you're so upset about. I just need to ride along and observe. I'm
nearing the end of my Ph.D. in forensic psychology. I'm hoping to work for the
FBI. I need to be familiar with how things work. Who better to show me than my
big brother, who just happens to be a Special Agent in Charge in the
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