Chapter 6

Kim sat in front of the screen which held the image of her regular partner.

“When in hell are you coming back? They pulled another agent from the office so we’re up to our asses in alligators here,” Ben said.

“Oh, you’ll manage. Just the guy to handle a lot of paperwork,” retorted Kim. “Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. So what have you got for us?” She asked.

“Speaking of us, where is the new guy?”

“Got a hot date tonight.”

“And it’s not with you? What’s wrong with him?”

“All right,” she smiled tiredly, “what have you found?”

“Quite a bit actually, none of it good. It seems that yesterday, both women, Rita Carson and Vickie Collins recanted their stories. Now they’re telling the police they just made up the stories about the blue light and monster, that they were simply seduced, not raped. Both have tested positive for being pregnant but they still insist they will keep the baby. They now say they just want to forget what happened and get on with their lives.”

“Chalk one up for Chris, I guess. He just didn’t buy into the rape angle from the start. But it sounds like you wrapped those up neatly,” said Kim. “That will save me having to fly to Portland and Atlanta.”

“Not so fast, hotshot special agent,” smiled Ben. “We just got a call from Houston PD. Another case just like the others, seduction, blue light, monster, the whole works. She wasn’t going to report it at all, but a friend convinced her into calling Houston PD. She agreed to talk with them and us only if everything is kept confidential.”

“And I suppose you just happen to have her phone number and address?” smiled Kim.

“I’ll text them to you as soon as we finish the video call.”

“Okay, thanks, Ben ... I think.”

“Any time, lovely lady,” he retorted.

The screen went blank and Kim muttered to herself. ‘Houston, here we come.’

Storms had delayed their departure, but now having arrived at the Houston address, the two agents stood at the door waiting.

“So how was that date the other night?” Asked Kim.

“Not a date exactly,” he replied. “We just shared some memories and...”

“And I think I’ve heard enough,” she said with a smirk.

The door opened and the pretty 25 year old looked from agent to agent and smiled, embarrassed.

“Mrs. Reagan? Agent Allen and Special Agent Cho, FBI.”

“Yes,” she answered, “I’ve been expecting you. I tried to call your office, but they said you were already on your way.”

“Oh?” Asked Kim, puzzled.

“Yes, you see I’m afraid I’ve wasted your time.”

“What do you mean?”

“I ... I wasn’t going to report this at all, because ... this is confidential isn’t it?”

“Yes, ma’am.

“I’m pregnant and my husband thinks it’s his. We’ve been trying so hard to have a baby of our own but the doctors told us it was all but impossible. Now, my husband is just as thrilled as I am. He calls it our miracle.”

“And you don’t intend to tell him.”

“ ... I just can’t dash his hopes that the baby is his. You do understand, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs.Reagan, but a crime has been committed and...”

“No, that’s why I tried to call your office and save you the trip out here. I’ve come to realize that ... that I was seduced, not raped. Maybe in my desperation I allowed that man to...”

“But what about the monster and the blue light?” Asked Kim suspecting she already knew the answer.