Preface
The house was silent. Alice crept carefully from the closet where she had been hiding; her mother had shoved her in there when she heard a downstairs window shatter. She found her mother lying on the living room floor, her body bruised and bloody. Alice couldn't understand why anyone would do this. What had her mother done to deserve this? She never hurt anyone! She didn't deserve to die. It wasn't fair! She flung herself down and clung to her mother.
"Don't leave me mom…please hold on…please!" Alice could see lights flashing from down the street and could hear sirens wailing.
"Your father should be here soon….." her mother mumbled, her glazing eyes trying to focus on the lights.
"My….father….?" She was stunned. Her mother had spoken of her father before….but it had always sounded as if he had died. She had never met him. Never seen him…not even in pictures. She didn't even know his name. "What do you mean my father…? He's dead…isn't he….?"
"No….he's…..with the FBI….a profiler…." Her mother said…her voice was becoming weaker and weaker. She smiled sadly. "You'll know him when you see him….you look so much like him…." She closed her eyes and was gone.
"Mom….?" Silence. "MOM?!" She started sobbing. "MOMMY!"
The door banged open. "FBI!" A blond haired woman and a man with fluffy brown hair ran over to her. The rest of them went to check the house.
"You won't find him….he's long gone…" Alice said, choking back a sob. "Just like mom…" The blond woman pulled her into a hug. She just sat there. The others came back into the room. Alice looked at them and knew instantly who her father was.