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Date Posted: Saturday, October 29, 11:45:00pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 328+" on Monday, October 24, 07:15:08pm
Tom walked down the street with his arm intertwined with Laura’s as they scanned the crowd in the busy business district. They were looking for the man that might be Todd Hunter. Tom turned his head to the side as he was also waiting to hear back from Davenport.
It had been Nikita who had snuck out that first night with Michael tailing behind her to make it into the police pound to find a computer chip in the car that Jason was able to quickly get information from. That information soon revealed that Mick had visited many different elementary schools. So far, Davenport had been to three and found out that with various names, Mick had posed as some sort of researcher.
But not one of the girls in those schools seemed to be the connection to Todd Hunter and possibly Michael’s and Nikita’s daughter.
“Even if we find him, we can’t approach,” Laura warned and Tom pulled her to a window to look at some jewelry. They couldn’t just walk up and down the street. Tom took her hand and squeezed it. “We are only going to confirm that he is here. He is amazingly illusive.”
“I could contact my father to make the contact,” Laura offered and Tom pointed to the glass beaded necklace beside her. “That is not what Michael and Nikita have decided to do.”
“They haven’t decided anything,” Laura declared and Tom nodded his head in agreement. “They have too. They either find a way to play this on the up-and-up and Todd Hunter finds nothing suspicious… or things can be done in other ways… what’s the safest for the girl? He is good at hiding, Laura.”
“We make sure that we have him followed closely before making any approach…. No matter the approach,” Laura shifted and pulled Tom away from the window. They walked slowly pass a small café and then Laura pulled him into a consignment store with vintage clothing. “And we haven’t found him yet.”
Tom frowned as Laura started to move the hangers around on the clothing rack. “We have worked three days on the memories of a man who has a brain injury.”
“But he remembers me now,” Laura pulled out a bright pink and purple paisley shirt. “What do you think?”
“It’s too bright,” Tom commented and Laura laughed as she turned it towards her. “I had something like this before…”
Tom paused and waited but Laura didn’t continue. But he knew. “Before you were a cop.”
“Yeah,” Laura nodded her head as she lifted the tag up and then looked at Tom. “I’m going to try it on.”
Tom’s cell phone rang and Tom motioned his head towards the door. “It’s Davenport. I’ll wait for you outside.”
Tom opened the door and pulled the phone. “No luck, Davenport?”
“Is your email protected?” Davenport asked and Tom turned to look back into the store to see that Laura had something else in her hands. “What?”
“I have something to send you that I don’t want others to hack in and see,” Davenport hissed. Tom tensed and swallowed hard. “Why?”
“I think… Mick was right,” Davenport rasped and Tom was stunned. He was probably the one that held onto the belief that Mick couldn’t be right. “There are going to be a lot of young girls with blue eyes and brown hair…”
“You know that look that Nikita has a lot… when things just aren’t right… that is what this girl has, Tom. We know that she hasn’t been given a good start… and she is Nikita… I feel it. That’s what Mick felt too,” Davenport rasped. “Mick spent a lot of time with her… she is only in kindergarten… hasn’t had a steady foster family… too smart for the school to know what to do… but she doesn’t talk.”
Tom was changing his mind when Davenport mentioned the way that Nikita looked, but the way Davenport described the girl right now, too smart for the school to know what to do and that she doesn’t talk, kind of made it all seem truer. That had been Nikita when she was a child, if she had been given even a little bit more of a chance of being a child.
Yet, this was still a hunch. “We need more proof than what we are feeling, Davenport.”
“I need to send pictures in to Jason… but I don’t want Nikita… or more importantly Adam, finding them,” Davenport spoke and Tom looked back into the store, where Laura had disappeared into the dressing room now.
“Send it to my gmail account. Neither of them ever keeps tabs on it because I just have it filling with advertisements for any online company I can sign up for. Make it sound like an advertisement,” Todd explained as he turned his back on the window. “But how do we get proof, Davenport.”
There was silence for a while and Tom realized that Davenport was sending the email. He flipped the phone and gasped as he saw the first picture.
She wasn’t just one of her parent’s – she was both.
“I see that you see from the picture what I saw,” Davenport spoke and Tom pulled the phone back up. “Proof. We need that before we can tell Michael and Nikita.”
“And Adam,” Davenport added and Tom cringed. Adam could be a wild-card in all of this.
Tom stepped a bit away from the windows of the store so he could lean against the brick. “She is too young for there to be a DNA profile on her somehow.”
“I guess it is good that it sounds like the school is having an issue with Lice… and since April doesn’t have an attentive situation the school nurse would likely have to assist with making sure that she isn’t infested,” Davenport suggested and Tom arched an eyebrow. He was going to have to owe Laura for this one. “We can’t just pull her out to be checked out.”
“I guess Laura is going to spend the day tomorrow,” Davenport sighed and Tom heard the door open to the store. She had a bag and Tom saw the smile on her face. “We’ll talk at the hotel.”
“I’m going to follow April home for a bit… see what info I might be able to gather. Maybe we can get Laura to plant a tracker or some other device when she sees her tomorrow,” Davenport commented before he hung up. Tom looked at the phone and then opened up the picture. He handed it over to Laura.
She stopped walking.
Tom took the phone out of her hands and nodded his head. “Todd Hunter is in Salt Lake City.”
“We…. Think…”
“Think?” Tom questioned as he shook his head from side to side. “If Nikita saw this picture… we wouldn’t be able to stop her from going to her…so we don’t say anything until this is confirmed.”
Laura arched an eyebrow as Tom took the bag out of her hand. She tilted her head. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“I think I need to buy you some more clothes…”
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