He smiles as he walks up offering her his hand and said “Hello Miss…..” “Morgan Brancati” she replies taking his hand softly. Even the physi...al contain of shaking her hand makes his heart race. He says still smiling “Well Miss. Brancati come have a seat in my office and ill grab your file.” Morgan follows him to his office and sits until he returns with her file. It is a simple easy case about a silly noise disturbance lawsuit. He talks though the case with her and then says “Miss. Brancati…”. While cooling my heels and ears, I watched Bel trying to do her thing, tracing the psychic traces of the child from her clothes and her last footprints off into the unknown, but without much if any visible signs of success. Finally Janice returned."Officer Zachary? Sorry for the delay. No, the FBI has no formal involvement in this investigation of the missing children, including the most recent Lincoln Park disappearance. I would however be available to meet you at the park so that I could file. We had closed them while we played, worried that a photographer on a boat in the marina might be able to see in.“Nope,” Jill said. “It’s still pissing the rain down out there.”“Let’s go down to the restaurant and then have a few drinks,” I proposed. “It’ll give you three a reason to get dressed up. We’ll eat and have a couple of drinks. Then we’ll dance and enjoy ourselves.”“Really?” Skye asked.“Yeah,” I said. “I had a chance to think about the other night. I could have had fun if I’d have let. The General almost punched the old man in the face, but, restrained himself and got information from him…who to see about the child. Dottie’s brother, Peter O’Rourke and his wife Marjorie were finally located at a ranch near El Paso, Texas. They jumped at the chance to get Dottie’s baby. They had just gotten married and Marjorie wasn’t pregnant yet. They were waiting at the airport in El Paso when all that Army brass and the pretty Army Nurse delivered the baby boy to them. Each year until.