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Mace came forward immediately and touched his cheek to mine, murmuring, “Raye.”
And yes, this too was sweet, but no, I didn’t like it.
He then turned direct to Dad, held out his hand and said, “Mr. Armstrong. I’m Kai Mason. Cap’s a member of my team. And my family.”
Wordlessly, also obviously feeling the vibe and not liking it, Dad took his hand and nodded.
“Mrs. Armstrong,” Mace said to Deb with a dip of his chin.
“Deb,” she squeaked.
She was feeling the vibe too.
Then again, you couldn’t miss it.
“And I’m Charlie,” Dad put in.
Mace gave him a tight smile then turned. “These are my partners, and brothers, Lee Nightingale, Vance Crowe, Hank Nightingale, Eddie Chavez, Luke Stark and Hector Chavez. I believe you’ve met Tex.”
He indicated each in turn.
They all nodded.
And I vaguely noted I was right about the double set of brothers.
“Please come in and sit down,” Mace invited.
Sneaking peeks at each other, we moved down into the room, Dad and Deb going to one couch, I started to the other one.
Cap stopped me and said, “Sit with your dad.”
I went still before my head twisted to him and shivers slithered over my skin.
“Do it, please, baby,” he urged.
Even if my muscles felt atrophied, I walked over stiltedly, and Dad and Deb made room for me on the couch, with Dad sitting in the middle.
It was Hank Nightingale who came and sat on the edge of the armchair that flanked the couch, his body angled our way. Eddie Chavez came down with him but sat on the arm of the couch opposite us.
Last, Lee came and sat on the couch beside Eddie, also on the edge with legs open, torso bent forward, elbows to his knees, eyes on Dad and me.
I was right.
Whatever this was, I didn’t want to do it.
At all.
Hank’s attention was directed to Dad when he stated, “Eddie and I are detectives with the Denver Police Department.”
“All right,” Dad replied.
Lee picked it up. “And Nightingale Investigations and Security has a computer guy on our team who’s exceptionally talented. So much so, he’s built some apps that have made so much money, he doesn’t have to work for me, or anybody. He just likes what he does, and as I mentioned, he’s very good at it.”
Dad said nothing to that, he just nodded.
Back to Hank.
“So, Brody wrote an algorithm which swiftly and effectively searched all computerized police case files in this country with careful parameters around crimes against children with the MO of how your daughter was taken.”
