“Heather we found two more bodies today but there’s another victim that survived, she wants to talk to you. If I come and get you would you mind coming to meet us at the Agency?” Becka asked.
“Three more victims?” I asked in disbelief. “He’s killing more and more often if we don’t find him soon we are going to have more and more victims on our hands.”
“I’m afraid so Heather, If it’s two much I understand. You’ve been through a lot.”
“I want to come down, I feel like I’ve been sitting on my hands the whole time. Is Eric okay?” I asked concerned about my husband, knowing that whenever more bodies were found he felt like he was failing in a big way.
“He’s upset, but we all are, we’re going to find this man.”
“Sooner rather than later I hope.”
“Come and get me.” I said. “I want to do whatever I can to help.”
“Thanks Heather. I don’t know how this young girl knows you, but she keeps asking to talk to you, she won’t talk to anyone else but you.”
Lord whatever this little girl needs from me, let me be able to help her. I can’t even imagine what she has been through, but I know she must have questions and pain. She survived the Innocence Thief Lord, but if he knows she is alive he might try to go after her again, so lay your hedge of protection over her.I was already ready by the time Becka showed up to pick me up. I hated that she had to take time out of work to come and get me, but soon I would be driving again, Eric and I had already went to the dealership and picked out a car, and were having hand controls installed, in just a matter of weeks I would be driving again. I could not wait until that day, but right now the most important thing was making sure the Innocence Thief was caught.
“Becka thanks for coming to get me, and thanks for calling, I feel as if I have been out of the loop forever.”
“I thought Eric kept you updated.”
“He does to an extent, but he worries about upsetting me.”
“I can understand why this guy is just getting worse.”
“I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“Neither did we until we saw it for ourselves.”
“He needs to experience what he has done to his victims.”
I rode most of the way from the house to the Agency in silence, it had been to long since I had been in the FBI building, but this was not the way I hoped it would be. I did not want to have to come in because more bodies were found, more innocent little girls killed. I didn’t know how many more bodies we’d find before this guy was found, but I was praying we would catch him before there were anymore, or Eric and Becka, and the rest of the Field Agents would catch him.
“Honey I hated to bother you.” Eric said. “But the little girl wouldn’t talk to anyone else, all we got out of her was her name is Jillian.”
“Eric you weren’t bothering me, I get tired of sitting at home waiting for you anyway, it gets boring after awhile, but I love you, and I am glad you asked me to come down here.”
“Thank you honey, the little girls is terrified, can you see if you can reach her?”
“I’ll try.” I said, as Eric pointed me into the direction of the young girl.
“She looks younger than the rest.” I pointed out. “Do you know how old she is?”
“No she wouldn’t tell us that either.”
“It doesn’t look like she’s older than nine.”
“If that’s true , he’s broadening his targets, and more girls are in danger.” Eric said letting out a sigh.
“Eric we’re going to catch this guy, we have to.”
“I need you here Heather, we need your mind. I know you can’t work in the fields, but I also know how badly you want to come back to work, I’ve talked it over with everyone and we’d love to have you back.”
“Yes Heather, seriously? We need you there’s no denying that, and someone would be here with you at all times in case something went wrong.”
“I’ll be happy to come back.” I said. Another prayer had been answered, I was not going to sit around at home, waiting for Eric to get home from work, I was going to be working.
I wheeled over to Jillian and saw a little girl I had recognized from a few years prior when I was volunteering at the church I attended as a Sunday School Teacher.
“Miss Heather?” She asked, her voice trembling.
“What happened?” I asked.
“He got me, the man on TV he got me, I thought I was going to die.”
“I’m sorry honey.”
“Did he get you too?” She asked pointing to my chair.
“Yes he did.” I said.
“He’s bad.’ She repeated voice trembling, as I realized this girl was probably no older than seven or eight.
“He made me do things I didn’t like.” She said, crying trembling, as I grabbed her and put her on my lap, forgetting protocol, knowing more than anything this little girl needed to be comforted. I knew from her time in my Sunday school class she really didn’t have a family of her own, she was shuffled from Foster Home to Foster Home.
“Honey it’s okay, you’re safe now.”
“I’m going to be in trouble, they are going to send me away again.” Jillian said crying.
“Honey it wasn’t your fault.”
“They won’t care Miss Heather.”
“How about I talk with Eric, and the Social Workers and see if you can come home with me for tonight?”
“I hope they say yes.”
“So do I.”