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happy couple was Mr. and Mrs. Robert Crowne whose home address was in Indianapolis.  They'd come a long way to discuss an adoption, he thought.  Why not deal with the dozens of agencies in their home town?
     
    He wanted to follow them in, but realized how noticeable a lone, very large male would be in the sea of pregnant women and nurses dressed in scrubs.  If his partner wasn't pregnant with triplets and on bed rest, he could wander in with her as part of a couple and snoop all he wanted.
     
    For the remainder of the day, he noted well-heeled couples enter the adoption agency building and he ran the plates for each one.  Most of them were from out of town which strengthened his theory that the agency may be involved in illegal adoptions for profit.  If he was right and Mandy Morris had kicked up a fuss about getting her baby back, there was a good motive for her murder.
     
    At nightfall, his growling stomach led him to a nearby mom and pop restaurant.  After he ordered dinner, he did some people-watching while he waited for his food.  He noticed a couple at a table nearby.  They were animatedly discussing their days at work.  The woman had blonde hair and looked nothing like Frankie; but she reminded him how much he had screwed up and how determined he was to get Frankie back.
     
    After dinner, he checked into his hotel room and answered emails and phone calls.  He called his boss to give him an update.  He also looked up the home address of Dr. Eric Caine, who owned the Forever Home Adoption Agency.  He waited for nightfall then slipped into a black hooded sweatshirt and running pants along with his black Nikes.
     
    Around ten o'clock, Lane sat in his SUV plugging in Dr. Caine's home address into his GPS.  Soon he was on Headley Road going north leaving the city lights behind.  He passed the 1200 acre Griffy Lake Nature Preserve with 1.2 miles to go.  Soon he rolled to a stop in front of a huge red-brick home set off the road in the midst of a couple of acres of land thick with trees. It matched the photo he'd obtained from the Internet.  It seems Dr. Caine bought the house two years ago for 2.5 million dollars.  It had six bedrooms, a theatre room, two-story library, billiards room, three fireplaces, exercise room, and a finished basement with a wine cellar.  This guy was making serious bucks.  He knew some sports pros whose homes weren't this nice.
     
    He did a quick check of the area from the car.  A white security gate prevented him from getting closer.  The lack of road lights and the dense woods surrounding the house made the area very dark.  He drove down the road a bit, made a U-turn then found a dirt road leading into a pasture on the opposite side of the road from the house.  He backed his SUV onto a corner of the pasture and turned off the ignition and rolled down a window.  He waited until his eyes adjusted to the darkness then pulled out the night-vision goggles head gear he'd bought from a friend on the SWAT team and aimed toward the house.
     
    Though there were lights on in various rooms in the house, but no cars in the driveway.  He started to get out of the vehicle but heard the hum of a car motor approaching.  He slipped back inside in time to see a red Ferrari Enzo turn into the drive and stop in front the white gate.  The car window went down and someone punched in the security code, then the car sped through the open gate toward the house.
     
    Damn.  Talk about money.  The Ferrari Enzo was one of Lane's dream cars and he knew it didn't sell for under $650,000.  The expensive car and the 2.5 million dollar home pissed him off.  Medical doctors make good money but not this much.  Selling babies must be more profitable than he thought.  And Lane wouldn’t stop fighting for Mandy until the bastard went down.
     
    Lane considered the thick woods on either side of the house for cover before he decided to get a closer look.  He crouched along a line of trees less than