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asked.
    “Sure ,” she replied.
    “When the department comes up off of the information on Mr. Reynolds, I advise you to pay special attention to his birth and medical records ,” Carmen said with a smirk.
    “ Why is that?” she asked.
    “Now you know that I cannot tell you that… however, if you miss the information that’s in there I may seriously doubt my judgment in asking you to represent anyone else ,” Carmen said.
    “How do you know what’s in Mr. Reynolds’ file?” Becca asked.
    “I’m nothing if not thorough.  When I did a home visit with Mr. McMurray regarding Melody’s case, Chuck Reynolds was there and told me about being a foster child.  His story piqued my interest enough that I did a little digging on my own time and let’s just say nothing is as it seems with regards to Mr. Reynolds,” Carmen explained.
    “I will comb through the records until I find whatever it is you expect me to find and though I appreciate the heads-up, don’t think for a second that I won’t file suit on day thirty one if I do not have those files,” Becca said, standing and holding her hand out to the woman.
    As she exited the office , the secretary stopped her and told her that a man had just came in asking for her and was waiting for her outside.  As she stepped outside and looked around she did not see Dickie’s car so she pulled out her cell phone and called him. 
    “Where are you?” s he asked when he answered.
    “I’m at t he shop…you ready for me, darlin’?” he asked.
    “Oh God...” she breathed in alarm as she felt the hair on the back of her neck and the tiny ones on her arms stand up.  If Dickie was at the shop , then who was it that was out here waiting for her?
    “You ok there?” h e asked.
    “Someone came into the office and asked for me… I thought it was you…” she said quietly.
    “Do not go outside!  Stay in the office near other people and wait for me to come up and get you,” he instructed. 
    Too late.

Chapter Four
     
    Visions of Becca hurt, bleeding or even dead filled his brain and left him unable to think or focus.  This was the first time in twenty years he was functioning on the training he received rather than experience and instinct. 
    Experience had taught him never to let go of a target once you had it in your sight.  His instincts told him that whoever was doing this was merely toying with her.  Eventually playing with her would no longer be enough.
    What felt like days later, he pulled up to the office building Becca had gone into earlier.  He did a visual assessment of the area including people near building entrances and did not see the man whose picture had been burned into his head by Greg Sanders. 
    Getting out of the car , he walked inside only to find Becca in the lobby pacing with a worried look on her face.  She always looked so together, in control and in charge that this look of anxiety on her face somehow made her vulnerable.  She would hate that.
    He waited for her to turn and see him before approaching any closer.  When her eyes met his they suddenly swam with tears and the next moment she was in his arms. 
    Her entire body shook from fear or relief , he wasn’t sure which.  He wanted her in his arms, had for months now, but this was not how he’d imagined finally getting this sweet little thing to let him in. 
    “The secretary said the man told her he was my husband and he wanted to know how long the meeting would last ,” she whispered.
    “He was just fishing… saying he was related just gave him authenticity and a reason for the questions ,” he said against her hair.
    Too soon she released her death grip and stepped back from him and immediately began straightening her skirt and blouse.  Taking her hand he headed for the information desk and asked for the head of security, after showing some identification. 
    When the man finally appeared Dickie explained the situation briefly and stated that Detective Sanders would be