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She would give anything to spend five minutes with her baby in her arms again. The fresh scent of her hair after a bath, the soft silky skin on her little cheek.
    Patty sobbed alone in the dark and felt her neck. The wound was pretty deep and still oozing.
    The rich guy was so confusing, she was certain he would kill her, but he took care of her, fed her and talked to her in such a polite and nice way.
    Then he’d made her come, and that had made her feel all kinds of stupid. She was terrified of him, and there she was groaning on the end of his rough fingers like she needed it or something. Like a bitch in heat.
    She wondered if she escaped, could she even call it rape? He didn’t exactly force her, she had no choice in the matter, but how can you say you’re raped if you orgasm like some slutty bitch all over him?
    He was so attractive, not at all like she would have imagined a kidnapper to be. He could probably get a gorgeous normal model type girl, why did he have to pick her off the street and leave her here?
    She shivered in the cold and sat up. Fresh blood flowed from the injury on her neck and she slid off the table. She fumbled around until she found the pile of rags on the counter and pushed one onto her neck.
    He didn’t seem like he was going to kill her right away, but she knew she wouldn’t survive this.
    She decided she’d try bargaining with him. Mention Sarah more often, he’d seemed a little uncomfortable when he’d found out she had a baby.
    Maybe if she could connect with him somehow, like Oprah had said on her show once, he’d let her go.
    She sat down on the floor, pulled the thin blanket around her and leaned against the cupboards. She pressed the cloth into her neck, felt her heartbeat pounding against her wound, and plotted her escape.
    If only she could convince him that she’d never tell, she was sure he’d let her go. And then she’d see Sarah again.

Chapter Six
    Donovan Blake
    FBI – Behavioral Unit Field Office
     
    The days were running on without any hope of finding the man we’d dubbed as the CK. Idly pacing the conference room, I looked over the faces of my team. Emily examined her fingernails, her mouth moving slowly as she worked a piece of chewing gum between her teeth. Agents Reynolds and Cartwright played a game of cards as Agent Ward scrolled through his phone, the backlight flashing up at his face and illuminating the way his skin wrinkled between his eyes. From the looks of it, the man needed glasses, but I wasn’t an ophthalmologist and I didn’t feel the need to break it to him that old age had crept up a while ago, stealing his ability to see along with the healthy glow of young skin.
    “So what information have we received? Please, one of you fucking tell me that we have something beyond the knowledge that some asshole has outsmarted us once again. At this point, we have two missing waitresses and several missing prostitutes.”
    The call had come in the day before, some woman was concerned that her daughter hadn’t come home from her evening job and she was left taking care of her infant daughter. From the report, I didn’t believe that she or her live-in boyfriend gave a shit about the child and I’d called in family services in order to have someone with half a brain look in on the family to ensure the welfare of the baby. The woman apparently believed her precious daughter worked night shifts at Wal-Mart. Only when we caught up with her boyfriend in Seattle, some two-bit drug dealer and pimp – also known as the father of her child – did we learn the truth about her nightly excursions. At first, he attempted to make us believe that she was walking the streets on her own, that he wasn’t somehow involved in her activities. However, one night of research and a quick perusal of his criminal history made it glaringly apparent that he was, at least, partially responsible for the woman’s poor choices in life.
    “I canvassed the area the night after we