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from Noah to Simms.
    “Is this true?” I asked, my eyes trained on Simms now.
    He nodded.
    My mouth might have dropped open a little. “How do you know this?”
    “The mother,” Simms said.
    “The mother?” I glanced at Noah. He gave a quick nod, barely noticeable to anyone else in the room. I knew what it meant—he had not gotten that read exactly. I also knew that although Simms was a telepath that when it came to audials like myself, he was somewhat limited in getting an accurate mind read. I am not certain anyone else on the team was aware of Simms limitations. I think I was the only one because it was after a few scotches one night and a stressful week of taking down a terrorist cell outside of Portland Oregon that he let it slip that reading the thoughts of an audial was not easy for him. I have to admit that made me breathe a little bit easier around him.
    “She came to us when the child went missing.” Simms folded his fingers together, placing his elbows on top of his desk.
    “Why? Why not go to the police? Why would she come to us?” I asked.
    “Because she claims someone from the CIA reached out to her about a year ago, stating that they were aware of her daughter’s gifts. Apparently, the child was seeing a psychiatrist who was involved with an agent, and this doctor told him about the girl.”
    “Is that true? First off, the psychiatrist would be breaking some serious code of ethics. She’s someone I’d like to speak with,” I said.
    “You would be able to, if she existed. It was all a guise. So is the agent ploy. There is no one within the agency who reached out to this mother. Her story is that the agent claimed to be aware of the girl’s gift, and for a nice sum of money, the CIA apparently wanted to conduct some tests on the child and the mother agreed. When the girl went missing, her mother came to the CIA, thinking that we had something to do with it, which we obviously do not. My connection there then turned her over to me. I think we can begin making some assumptions about who might have an interest in this child, and for what reasons. Her mother claims that her daughter Hope knows things.”
    “What kind of things?” Noah asked.
    “Terrorist activities, possibly new strains of viruses to be concerned about, political conspiracies...and more.” Simms shrugged. “On top of that, she’s already fluent in four other languages; including Arabic, Chinese, Russian, and Spanish.”
    I didn’t like the sound of this. There was something here that Simms wasn’t saying and it was gnawing on my gut. I shifted uneasily in the leather chair.
    Simms placed his hand on a thick folder on top of his desk, and slid it to me. “Here’s your intel on Hope Mitchell. We need to find her. In the wrong hands...well, we know what can happen when secrets wind up in the wrong hands.”
    “I’d like to speak to the mother,” I said.
    “I’ll see what I can arrange,” Simms replied. “She’s been placed in a safe house.”
    I stood. Noah and Ayden followed suit. “Arrange it, Grant. We need to see this little girl’s mother.”
    We left Simms’ office.
    Ayden smiled and said cheerfully, “Just another day at the office.”
    “I don’t like this,” I replied. “Something is off here. Let’s start combing through this file see what we get. Did either of you get any kind of read, besides confirmation that Hope is an audial?”
    Noah shook his head. “I did get that Simms has talked to the mother, but there is something else there and I don’t what that is yet. I’ll work on it.”
    “You?” I looked at Ayden.
    “I haven’t tuned in yet. I’ll make copies of that file and that way we can all go through it. I tend to get better reads in the present if I have an idea about who I’m connecting with. This might be a bit difficult. I haven’t worked much with child energy.”
    “Well, if she’s one of us, she’s not exactly an ordinary child.” I opened up the file. The first item