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was really starting to freak me out and make me feel uncomfortable. I closed my eyes in hopes of viewing something in my sleep, but I couldn't relax knowing that her eyes were glued to me. I smiled and made polite conversation about the past time in Bernalillo. She also found that to be interesting, since this case was on a countdown. I guess I appeared to be inappropriately nonchalant.
    We compared our findings as a team back at the office. Steven had already constructed an abductees' board and added what the team presented to him. The board contained pictures and short bios under them, and the locations of abductions. We examined all our findings with a fine toothed comb. We went over scenarios in comparison with the ViCAP Database. We worked until 0400 in the morning, which was actually 0600 hours Eastern Standard Time.
    “Let's get some sleep, people, and be back here at 1100,” Steve stated and adjourned the meeting. I remained behind with Steve and examined the board further.
    “Did you get much to go on?” he inquired.
    “Yeah, let's be honest here. If she's still alive, it's been a long time,” I replied. “I wouldn't look for a happy ending.”
    “You know we don't think in the negative. I need you, even more than the other team members, to go home and get some sleep,” he stated.
    I dipped my chin in acknowledgment and turned to leave just as Dianna walked towards the conference room entrance.
    “Need a ride?” she inquired.
    “Yes, thank you,” I replied.
    “What about you, Steve? You riding with us?” she asked.
    “No, I'm fine. I'm using one of their vehicles. See you at 1100.”
    We departed, leaving Steven in the conference gathering his sport coat and briefcase.
    “You know he knows,” I stated to Dianna, playing with her as we departed down the hallway. In return she bumped me with her hip and smiled.
    We drove back to the Hilton Gardens Inn, kissed each other goodnight and retired to our separate suites. There was no time for romance. It was strictly business while in the field. Besides, while Dianna and the others slept, I'll be traveling in the dream realm. I did my usual routine. I took a sleeping pill to assist me in dozing off and staying there. Then I put on my earphones. I was listening to the sound of the ocean waves. I couldn't listen to music because I always found myself counting along with the beat or playing the chords. It was one of the habits of being a musician.
    I hadn't experience anything last night. While I received enough external stimuli from Melissa, but I couldn't make a connection. Usually when I couldn't make a connection, 99 percent of the victims are discovered dead. I always woke up depressed after such nights. The sleeping pills exacerbated this condition. They always left me down, even if I didn't have any dream activity. Although we knew the outcome, we still had to catch the killer. I always wondered if I was too late receiving the stimuli.
    Dianna was the first to knock on my door in the morning.
    “Good morning, Chris. How are you?” She could already tell by my demeanor that I wasn't in the best of moods. “Bad news?” she further inquired.
    “I couldn't make a connection with her,” I simply stated without going any further.
    I used to attempt to make up excuses for why I couldn't make a connection, but it was no use at this point. The team already knew what that meant. My track record was flawless.
    Dianna attempted to deflect my mind from thinking about Melissa and being depressed. “Did you eat breakfast yet,” she asked?
    “No.”
    “Then let's grab some here at the hotel before we leave. I'm famished,” she stated, then kissed me on the cheek and said, “We'll catch him and find her.”
    She didn't mean
find her alive
. We were tasked with catching the perps (perpetrators) and finding the victims, dead or alive. It made me think of the days of the Old West when the Sheriffs were ordered to bring in the suspect dead or alive.
    Dianna