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Date Posted: Tuesday, March 15, 11:05:12pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 199+" on Friday, March 11, 07:22:56pm
“Michael, you should just sit down and talk to her about all of this,” Walter spoke as he was in the lab, uninvited, at lunch on Tuesday.
“It seems to be in moderation and it is giving us wonderful time together as a family,” Michael countered as he snapped the sample he was working on into the centrifuge and looked at Walter sitting there. “Now, I’m busy…”
“That is going to run for some time, Michael. And I don’t understand why you have to work this close to the holiday either way? You should be home…” Walter launched into his speech again. Michael looked at Walter as he folded his arms across his chest. “We are trying to establish a normal routine… that includes me coming here… to work.”
“You don’t have to work!” Walter loudly declared and Michael tilted his head to the side. “Do you think that Nikita and I should just stay at home… day in and day out… and do nothing?”
“You can!”
“It doesn’t mean that is what is going to help us,” Michael countered as he didn’t even raise his voice as Walter was getting upset. Walter slapped his hand against the table as the doorbell rang. Michael looked at Walter and shook his head as he walked to the door. He opened it and stopped. “Mick… you have a key for here…”
“I knew that you had company… I could hear Walter,” Mick looked in and waved towards Walter. Walter stood up and smiled brightly. “Have you come from the sugar factory?”
“I stopped in this morning… I made some sort of cookie with Nikita. It was fun,” Mick commented as he rubbed his hands together. “I don’t remember the last time that I baked… It had to be with my grandmere… she was a dear woman who would make all of these cookies at Christmas… it was like living in a bakery from Thanksgiving on…”
Michael looked at Walter and shoved his hands into his pockets. “So Nikita isn’t doing something abnormal?”
“It’s so neat in that kitchen! I remember being covered with flour and nuts… she is amazing!” Mick declared and Walter sighed. “Ok, Michael… I’ll try not to worry… but I think you should be worried.”
“Just because I’m not doing something about it, doesn’t mean that I am not worried. But right now, doing something isn’t right,” Michael offered his reasoning behind allowing Nikita to continue to bake.
“Maybe you should go bake with her? I think she was going to make M&M cookies this afternoon and I think you’d enjoy spending some time with my Popsicle. She is so calm while baking,” Mick stated as Walter walked outside. He zipped up his jacket and looked at the snow. “I’m not going to buy into this with Nikita by baking with her.”
Walter trudged away and Michael waited for Mick to walk in and closed the door. “Thanks for helping me with Walter. He is… concerned.”
Mick shrugged out of the coat and shook his head that it was no big deal. Michael was just grateful that Walter hadn’t found out about the room of gifts.
Michael walked over to the kitchen and pulled out the coffee pot. “Do you want some?”
“No,” Mick shook his head slightly as he was pacing back and forth. Michael prepared his coffee as he waited for Mick to calm down, but Mick continued to pace.
Once Mick had moved into this house in the floors above, he had not been around a lot. Michael wasn’t sure if that was such a good thing, but in ways it was one less person to worry about during that time. Now Michael had to wonder if Mick had been purposely been keeping his distance, because something was on Mick’s mind.
Michael walked around the counter and sat on the bar stool and sipped his coffee. That was when Mick stopped and slapped his hands against his legs. “I can’t stand it… I know that you and my Popsicle don’t want to work on finding your daughter until the New Year… but I have information that I have to admit too… because it’s important and I should have done something a lot sooner.”
This was not what Michael had thought would come out of Mick’s mouth.
“I mean… I was just following the directions of what Nikita told me to do… when I gave the baby away… I went away like she told me to and I got lost in women because I felt so guilty…” Mick started to ramble after Michael placed his coffee mug down but yet had said a word. Michael tilted his head to the side and watched as Mick started to pace again.
“I didn’t know the full extent of what had happened until a couple months later… I barely put the pieces together and it was only because there was a special on about the special lengths that the state officials were going to protect the children… and to try to do the right thing… but I knew that it was bad… very bad,” Mick rambled but at the end he turned and looked at Michael. He was so pale that Michael was almost afraid that Mick was going to pass out. “Mick…”
“I can’t tell her,” Mick shook his head from side to side. “And I guess I knew that there would be a day that she would come to find her… that’s why I tried to find her.”
“Mick,” Michael spoke as he rounded the counter and looked at firmly at Mick. “You have to explain what you are talking about.”
“You were out… so maybe you remember the story about the city that had the dual attack on the Children Protective Systems computer system and file system while there was an event in one of the homes… you know, that fancy term that they use to not call a building an orphanage anymore… but basically an orphanage,” Mick blinked as he turned his head away and couldn’t look at Michael. He heard the intake of air from Michael and nodded his head. “The church… it is a feeder to that county… and all the babies went to that building… she wouldn’t have been there long enough to be adopted… not with a sketchy health…”
“Sketchy health?” Michael questioned and Mick nodded his head. “My attempt at making it easier to find her… it may have indicated that she could have a health problem…”
“Mick!” Michael hissed and Mick he blinked his eyes. “I’ve been trying to make up for those mistakes… but the state since they lost all of those records… split the children up… the whole county system got revamped… but until there was proof that the children were truly given up…. They couldn’t be adopted because papers were missing…”
Michael sat down and shook his head. “And this means?”
“Well, she shouldn’t be adopted,” Mick shrugged his shoulders and then he exhaled. “It was all orchestrated by a crime syndicate…”
“The mob?”
“That’s the rumor,” Mick nodded his head. “The story is that a girlfriend… or rather a mistress… kept a pregnancy from one of the sons and gave the child away… and they wanted the baby back.”
“My daughter was kidnapped?” Michael questioned as he leaned forward. Mick winced. “Well, they actually ended up with more children in the building than what everyone claims was there… particularly babies… about five extra babies were found when all was said and done… but that could have been six extra children and they took one out…”
“God…” Michael rasped as he shook his head. Nikita was going to lose it over this.
“But maybe we shouldn’t go there until we eliminate all of the other babies… problem is… they are really hard to find. The authorities have really gone the long way around… and I’m not sure if there is an easy way…” Mick rasped as he twisted his hands and looked at Michael. “I can’t do Christmas with you and my Popsicle… I keep on thinking about this…”
“You have too,” Michael pointed out as he shook his head. “Nikita will truly know that you have bad news if you skip Christmas.”
“This is awful news.”
“Right now it is,” Michael swallowed hard. “But it could be good… it means once we find our daughter… there won’t be a mother and a father that she has grown up with for six years…. That could be good.”
“I don’t think Nikita will see it that way.”
Michael swallowed hard with a very dry throat. “I think your correct, Mick. I am afraid you are 100% correct.”
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