Chapter Twenty Five:
We took Jillian to the zoo between visiting Eric. Sometimes Emily would stay with Jillian while Becka and I went to see Eric, because we’d go and try to get some clue to where the monster who had paralyzed me, violated my little girl, and nearly killed my husband, as well as killed fourteen girls was, we needed answers, we needed this man caught. We did not know how many more people he would hurt, how many more innocent lives he would take if he was not caught soon.
Lord how can anyone want to hurt innocent children, destroy innocent lives? I found myself wondering often out loud.
“I think that’s a question we’ve all been asking since working this case.” Becka said. “When murders target children we all find ourselves wondering what could make anyone want to take the future from us.”
“I know, its something none of us can wrap our minds around it.” I admitted.
“I wish this would end, I wish we would catch him.”
The rest of the ride from the hospital, to the local bureau was quiet. I prayed they would take me seriously, the fact that I was in a chair tend to make people think I could be no good as an agent, I was grateful Eric did not feel that way, but an FBI agent in a wheelchair, who was still actively involved with the Bureau was not common place. Maybe someday I would stop feeling like such an oddity, but for now I had to prove myself to the other agents.
“Maybe you should do the talking Becka, I tend to get looks of disbelief when other agents see me working this case.”
“They’re going to have to get over it Heather. The only thing you can’t do is walk, that hasn’t changed your ability to be a good agent.”
“I wish everyone would see it that way, but unfortunately not everyone does.” I told Becka.
“I know and it doesn’t seem fair, they haven’t seen you in action.”
“Lately I don’t feel very successful, that monster is still out there, innocent lives are still being taken.”
“It’s not because you’re in a chair Heather, this man is eluding everyone.”
“I know and I am getting scared, I am afraid to leave Jillian out of my sight, because of what that man put her through, what she was put through by her birthparents.”
“With your help she is going to overcome all that baggage, you and Eric are great parents to Jillian, and she is already growing in more ways than we thought possible, she is beginning to understand that she is loved.”
“Thank you Becka for supporting Eric and I throughout all of this.”
“You’re welcome, you deserved Jillian and she deserved you.”
“I hope we can continue to be the kind of parents she deserves, but with our professions I worry that something is going to happen to us, and Jillian will be left alone again.”
“Heather, any profession now a days can be dangerous, teachers get shot in schools, mad men destroy towers taking thousands of innocent lives, airplanes get high jacked, but we are believers so we pray a hedge of protection over our loved ones, and if something were to happen, we make sure we are right with God, leading a repentant life everyday.”
“Becka I’m afraid sometimes I slip.”
“Heather we all do that from time to time.”
The conversation ended as we made our way into the Bureau, I found myself praying that they would take me seriously, even when I showed my ID, I tended to get stares, like they could not believe I was an agent. I had to prove myself over and over again, because of the chair, but I was going to do just that, I was going to show people that just because I was in a chair did not make me any less of a person. It didn’t make me any less of a Mother.
Lord I am going to make it through this, I am going to prove myself, and I have to believe that you are going to lead us to the innocent thief, because I can’t believe that you want this man walking free, so lead us to him Lord.“Are you ready for this?” Becka asked, as I made my way into the Bureau.
‘Yes, I just hope I don’t have to get the look of scorn from the DEA.”
I was relieved when I was able to tell the situation and give them the run down on the innocence thief, the head agent was more excepting than I had encountered before, and I was grateful for that. I knew my prayers are being answered. I was more than grateful for the fact that I was being treated seriously. I was going to need the local Agencies help to find the Innocent Thief.
“I think we need to work together on this.” I told Agent Morris.
“I think we do too.” The agent said. “Your husband called me before he was shot, and updated me on the case.”
“While he’s recovering I am taking his place, so if you have any questions run them by me.”
“No need to thank me, I want this guy off the streets as well, we believe he’s killed little girls here as well, we have had three bodies found in three weeks, all girls under eleven.”
“Sounds like the MO of the Innocence Thief, if the three here are connected that means the count is up to seventeen.”
“This is just scary.” Becka said.
“Yes I know. He’s escalating.”