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The moonlight shone down brightly on the expensive house. With the thick undisturbed snow sparkling like diamonds under the light, both natural and artificial it looked almost like a Christmas Card. Olivia would have loved to stayed out here and look at the sight she never got to see in Manhattan but tonight was different.
Olivia sat motionless in the car biting her bottom lip, dread and panic filling her to the point where she almost didn't wanna leave the confines of the car. She took a deep breath and grabbed her purse and phone from the passenger side of the SUV, mentally preparing herself to feel Elliot wrath.
Finally she worked up the courage to go in and face him, deciding she would just lay her cards down and apologize but only after he apologized to her for his cruel words. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she got out the car and walked up to the path that lead to the door.
Noticing the lights were off she walked into the house and that Elliot wasn't in the living room she let out a sigh of relief. She still had several more minutes before she had to face him.
Olivia walked up the dark stairs and poked her head in on both bedrooms to check on the kids who where sound asleep. She smiled at Sofia who was curled up in the bed with a dark brown teddy bear held firmly in her grasp, her thick soft pink blanket on the floor next to her. Olivia walked in the room and picked up the blanket, tucking the young girl back in bed.
The detective leaned down and gently kissed Sofia on the top of her head. "Goodnight, Sofia," she whispered softly as she pushed back a piece of stray hair from her face.
"Goodnight, Mommy," Sofia muttered back, her eyes still closed and still half asleep. "Love you,"
Olivia stood up and all at once felt tears well in her eyes. Her lips trembled as she wiped away the unfallen tears. "I… I love you too, Sofia. Go back to sleep."
With several unintelligible words Sofia drifted back to sleep. Olivia swallowed hard and took a deep breath as she walked out of Sofia's room, gently shutting the door behind her.
Olivia quickly poked her head in on Dickie's room and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her when Dickie tried, unsuccessfully, to hide the PSP he had been playing with.
"Hey, what's up?" Dickie asked causally as he shoved the game system under his pillow.
"The moon," she said with a smirk as she walked in his room and pulled the PSP out from under his pillow and set it on his bed stand. She leaned over and gave him a quick hug. "Good night and go to sleep," she told him as she ruffled his hair.
"Night, Liv," Dickie told her as she walked out of the room shutting off the light behind her. She had only taken a few steps when she heard the sounds of his game starting up.
Olivia rolled her eyes and couldn't help the smile that graced her lips as she decided to just walk away and pretend she didn't hear it. "Just like his father," she mused with a chuckle as she headed into her bedroom.
She turned on the light and narrowed her eyes. Elliot wasn't here either. Where the hell was he? She had seen his car in the driveway so he had to be here.
"The house is huge," she reminded herself, "he's around here somewhere."
With that thought comforting her Olivia turned towards the bathroom that was attached to their room and she could practically hear the shower calling her name. She disrobed and walked into the bathroom and turned on the taps. She stepped in and almost at once felt her entire body relax and she let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed the shampoo bottle.
As the warm water cascaded down her back Olivia laid her head against the tiles thoughts of the nights events ran through her mind
She could still taste Trevor's delectable taste, still feel his soft lips on hers. The smell of his expensive, subtle cologne filled her scenes and surrounded her, wrapping her in a blanket of warmth and comfort. She shifted her legs as she remembered the feel of his body pressed against hers.
Those enjoyable thoughts soon turned into the thoughts of dread and panic. Olivia realized not only had the case been jeopardized but the lives of her partner and the two innocent children with them were put in danger as well just because she had been angry at her partner. Her stomach began to twist and turn in knots. She had to talk to him…
Olivia quickly finished washing up and turned off the taps and grabbed a fluffy white towel from the linen closet and wrapped it around herself.
She walked out of the bathroom and sat in front of the mirror that was situated in the middle of her dresser. The light from the hallway spilled into the bedroom. Slow, soft footsteps filled the quiet room, she turned around and seen Elliot standing he walked over to her side.
"Hey, we need to talk," she began but her words were cut off when Elliot grabbed Olivias' arm and gripped it tight and pulled her up from the chair.
"Get off me!" shouted Olivia as she tried to wrench away from his grasp but his hold only tightened.
Olivia was standing her face was frozen in shock she had not expected this. His hands slipped under the towel and brushed up against her soft skin.
"I said get OFF!" she shouted as jerked away from his touch.
She tried to get away but he just kept on gripping her arm tighter. He pushed her against the wall and began to kiss her neck. Pinning her hands high above her head, Olivia's lip began to tremble.
Flashes of a makeshift bed in a dark basement flooded her mind and her panic mounted, the dark place she tried to forget raced to the fore front of her mind. With all her might and will she fought against his grip. She almost managed to get away but he held her there tighter.
"Let go of me!" she cried as tears flooded her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you!"
"Come on, don't be such a prude. It's not like there's cameras watching us or anything..." He told her as his lips curled angrily but his eyes were wide and full of alarm. He was trying to tell her something but she was too much in panic mode to fully understand.
He kicked her legs apart and moved even closer as she continued fighting but the more she fought the tighter he held on to her. He could feel a bulge growing in his slacks and Olivia could feel it to against her leg. She looked into his eyes as hers widened in terror.
Elliot clenched his eyes shut and Olivia could see him muttering something to himself. She heard only the last word of his incessant rambling.
"Eli … Eli... Eli…" he was mumbling to himself as he willed the growing hardness to leave.
"What are you doing?" Olivia begged her voice trembling as he pressed up against her once more only this time he was soft. "El-."
He crashed his lips against hers before she could finish. A tight lipped closed mouth kiss but a kiss all the same.
The adrenalin was pumping through her body along with the fear and anxiety. Taking a deep breath Olivia kicked him as hard as she could. He had sidestepped her at just the right moment so he ended up getting kicked in the thigh instead of in between his legs but it was still enough to make him loosen his grip on her. Olivia broke free and sprinted towards the door to make her escape.
He grabbed her just as she was near the door. Spinning her around he throw her on the bed and lay on top of her. His lips crashed down on her neck as he moved his hands down her body.
"No!" she screamed as she struggled against him. "Let go of me! Let GO of me!"
He gripped her hair tight and pulled her head the other way and his lips wandered down her silky smooth skin until they reached her ear.
"There's cameras everywhere and they record sound to," he whispered just low enough for her to barely hear. "The FBI didn't put them there, and Porter told me that Malcolm is a damn tech freak. He's watching us and listening to every word we say."
Olivia jerked her head towards him and narrowed her eyes in confusion. Elliot leaned back down so it would look like he was nuzzling her neck. "I'm sorry," he breathed and even Olivia had a hard time not believing him. "I just found the first one when you came in; I didn't have a chance to tell you, I went around and checked for more. There's one in Dickie's room and Sofia's. I don't know how long they've been there."
Olivia closed her eyes in defeat. This just made things a lot more complicated… If someone was watching them then they would need to be in 'character' all the time, with no breaks. Not even the tiniest slip up would be allowed like they had been allowing the children to get away with.
Like Dickie calling me Liv, Olivia mused with a groan as she shut her eyes in defeat. Even if they were planted shortly ago they still picked that up.
There had to be a way to explain that when Malcolm came by. She would HAVE to think of something…
"I'm gonna do something now that'll make you really pissed," Elliot continued to whisper, "please fight me…"
Olivia didn't even nod as his hand roughly went under her towel.
"Stop!" she screamed, as she struggled beneath him. "Don't do this, Please! Craig, don't!"
"Shut up, bitch," he snarled as his hand rose higher until it was at her centre.
"Get off me!" she screamed as her eyes filled with rage and panic. Even knowing it was all an act it still struck fear into the deepest parts of her. He held his hand an inch away from her and he looked down at her in disgust.
"You fucking nasty bitch!" he snarled. "You didn't tell me you were on the rag!"
Olivia looked at him in confusion before what he was doing sank in. He was giving himself a way out.
"I'm sorry," she spoke, her voice shaking, "It just came tonight."
"You're fucking disgusting!" Elliot grumbled as he pulled his hand out and pretended to wipe blood off on the mattress. "Get yourself cleaned up!"
Elliot stood up and grabbed Olivia by the wrist and yanked her from the bed over towards the bathroom. She stumbled but regained her footing and hurried to grab her sleeping clothes from the dresser before she rushed into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. A long shaky breath escaped her as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"You're okay, you're okay," she told herself out loud but it did nothing for her shattered nerves. Olivia closed her eyes as she walked over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed a box of pads.
She normally never used those but she was not about to use a tampon when she didn't have to. She struggled not to look around for the camera she knew was in there and did her best to get dressed facing the wall with the towel covering the back part of her.
After she was done she walked back out into the bedroom where Elliot was already in bed under the covers.
"Turn the light off," he barked and Olivia immediately obliged. She crawled into bed and had to hide an eye roll when she noticed that Elliot was under the blanket but still on top of the sheet. He had just groped her while she was wearing nothing but a towel and he was worried about sleeping next to her…
"Good night," she told him as she set her head on her pillow.
"Whatever," he muttered as he closed his eyes but he slipped his hand underneath the thin white sheet and found hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, telling her that everything was going to be alright.
Olivia swallowed hard and forced a weak smile towards him as her eyes closed as well but not before she squeezed his hand back, telling him that she knew...
The next morning Sophia tugged at her hair as she stood in her bedroom waiting for Elliot to shout and tell her he was ready. She heard a soft knock at her door and her voice gently called out, 'come in.'
"Hey, sweetie!" Olivia greeted her with a smile as she opened the door and stepped in.
Sophia got off the bed and rushed over to her, the young girl beaming a smile up to her as her tiny arms wrapped around the detective.
"Can you do my hair please?" Sofia asked as she looked up at the older woman.
Olivia smiled proudly as she nodded. "Of course I can. Go get what you need," she said sitting down on the bed.
The girl rushed over and within a few seconds later with the desired objects in her hand. Olivia sat crossed legged and Sophia sat between them.
"You scared?" Olivia asked as she began to gently brush the long thick brown locks.
"A little," Sophia admitted timidly.
"Don't be. You'll be safe I promise" Olivia said began to braid her hair.
The young girl just sat quietly with her down as she stared at the soft white carpet beneath her feet. She was a lot more nervous than she had let on to Olivia but she had learned to hide her fear well. That was something her mother taught her from a young age. The young girl didn't want to let her new "mother" down and admit she was frightened of the upcoming events of the day. Olivia caught bad guys every day and she never got scared. What right did Sofia, who was only doing this for a short period of time, have to be scared.
Just as Olivia finished the angelic chimes of the doorbell echoed in the house. Olivia looked at her watch and nodded towards Sofia. She handed the young girl a warm fluffy sweater that was much more bulkier then Olivia would have normally chosen. With one finale gentle squeeze of her hand, they both left the room and made their way down stairs to meet the man at the door.
Malcolm watched as Olivia descended down the stairs with a tight protective grasp on Sofia dressed in a a smart white jumpsuit. Her outfit suited her complexion perfectly and showed off her curves in all the right places.
He looked her up and down with a smirk with no desire to hide his harassing glances. He wasn't into women his own age but he knew she would be able to pop out beautiful kids who would keep him highly amused and his boss in business.
"Hello, Malcolm," Olivia greeted with a kind smile.
"Baillie," he said with a curt nod. "I see you're in a much better mood today."
Olivia simply smiled at him hiding her disgust when he turned to Sofia.
Malcolm gave her a seemingly warm smile but Olivia also saw a lust in his eyes that made her blood boil. "Good morning, McKenzie. Do you remember me?"
Sofia nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Ready!" called Elliot sharply as he made his way down the stairs wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants.
"Yes, Daddy" Sofia replied.
Malcolm gave Elliot a nod, a silent 'good job', meaning to compliment him on the control and discipline his daughter now showed from the last time she was in their company. Shaking his head Elliot pulled on his jacket, threw Sofia's coat towards Olivia, and walked towards the door.
Olivia helped Sofia put on her coat bent down to the young girls height and pulled her hair out of her coat and gave her a smile.
"Be good sweetie," Olivia said as she wrapped her arms around her.
"I will, Mom" Sofia replied as she hugged the detective back.
"Move it!" Elliot shouted towards Sofia as he yanked her awake from Olivia's grip.
As they walked down the path that led from the undercover house to Malcolm's, Sofia Looked back towards the woman who stood at the front door who gave her a small reassuring nod of her head.
Sophia slipped her hand into Elliot's larger hard to give her a little comfort but as soon as she did he jerked his hand away from hers and wiped it on his pants as if her hand was filthy.
The young girl dropped her head to the ground and as soon as he had wrenched his hand away from hers, Elliot was fighting with himself and every fiber of his being not to pick her up and give her the hug he wanted to and that would make her feel safe, what he knew she needed.
Malcolm could not take his eyes off the young girl. She was perfect for him. Innocent, pure, exotic looking…. He closed his eyes for a second, imagining what he would do with her. All he had to do was get her alone and Elliot was playing his part so well that Malcolm just for a fraction of a second forgot the man standing beside him was a cop and for a moment he thought he could get his wish. The men walked ahead of Sofia and began to talk.
"Nice to see you sorted out that little problem from the other night," Malcolm spoke with a smug condescending grin.
"Yeah I must say I'm sorry about that," Elliot said with a half hearted laugh.
"Quite alright, I completely understand!" Malcolm said placing his hand on Elliot's shoulder.
Elliot managed to contain his disgust and his urge to squirm out of his touch.
"You struck gold with that wife of yours. She's gorgeous." Malcolm said putting his plan into action.
"Like I said if she wasn't trained to get on her knees and her back whenever I want her to I wouldn't even bother with her," Elliot scoffed.
"Your children are beautiful as well. Your girl is definitely something special," he said turning around to her and let his eyes rake her up and down for a brief moment before he turned back to Elliot who was fighting against his instinct to beat the ever loving piss out of the man standing beside him.
"Neither of them are that special to me. Hell I wish the bitch had gotten rid of both of them before she even had the little brats." Elliot spat. "They're probably not even mine.
Malcolm nodded in understanding, once again ignoring the fact he had just cruelly insulted both his children and wife. "So the children, you would say, take after their mother's side in looks?"
Elliot nodded. "Definitely. McKenzie more so than Nick but yeah both get a lot of their looks from her. Hell as much as I hate admitting it she does make pretty good looking kids."
Elliot could see Malcolm's excitement grow tenfold and once more Elliot was forced to hide his rage, knowing exactly what he was getting excited about…
The trio turned the corner and they walked up to the house, or mansion would almost be more accurate in terms of size and grandness. The house they were staying in was small in comparison to this one. Elliot noticed the key pad lock on the large heavy gate. The garden was like a mini central park well kept and little grey statues that had a thick blanket of blinding white snow on top them where scattered around.
As they walked towards the door it swung open before any of them had touched it. A tall sharp dressed man stood back away from the door, his eyes, that almost seemed to be filled with sorrow, was fixed on Sofia
"Thank you, Jack," Malcolm greeted him as he handed him his coat.
The man answered with a curt nod.
"Set up the game room and get our guests food and drinks."
Without hesitation the man hurried down the hallway and did as he was asked.
"Game room?" Elliot asked as he narrowed his eyes in confusion. "I thought you said we were going to play golf at your country club?"
Malcolm narrowed his eyes in confusion before he laughed. "Oh god I'm sorry. I actually have my own private little Winter country club right in the house. I apologize."
"No harm taken," Elliot said with a smile although he felt a stab of fear. If they had gone to an actual country club there would be at least a few other people there. Now they were all alone in his huge mansion of a house with no one besides the butler.
Just then a young female walked through one of the oak wood doors holding a can of soda. Her hair was black as the night sky with caramel coloured skin that commented the white shorts and tank top she was wearing despite the bitter December weather outside and teeth that sparkled.
"Hun, come over here," Jack called out to the girl and she walked over to the small group.
"Craig, Mackenzie; this is Jack's daughter Erica," Malcolm smiled brightly.
"Very nice to meet you," the girl greeted with a bright smile as she walked over to Malcolm's side.
Malcolm's arm snaked around the girl's hips and Elliot could feel his blood boil but knew he had to keep calm and not do anything at that moment in time. The young girl knew exactly what that meant she made her excuse and left the trio.
Sofia watched the girl as she walked up the marble staircase and headed into a room. Sofia was slightly disheartened that the girl walked away and left her alone. The three of them walked into the into the games room where a massive sized flat screen that took up half the wall stood proudly. A beautiful golfing landscape was laid out before them with various numbers and settings all along the bottom of the colossal screen.
"Virtual golf," Jack explained as he handed Elliot a set of clubs. "Really works to improve your game."
"Nice," Elliot said with a nod.
Malcolm smiled at Elliot's compliment and turned towards Jack who had just put a bottle of expensive brandy and two glasses down on one of the stands. "Jack go with McKenzie and get her some good snacks and something to drink."
Elliot looked around and wondered what was going on. When Jack and Sofia left Malcolm walked over to him.
"Craig, you seem like a damn good business man. I think I may have a job for you," he mused.
"What's that?" Elliot asked sceptically.
"Oh nothing illegal," Malcolm promised with a smile. "The thing is I'm in business with some very powerful people." Malcolm began.
"What can I do for you?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You're a retailer and I, well we, need a house to store our product," he said vaguely.
"What kind of product?" Elliot asked as his heart began racing.
"I'm in the process of starting a new terminal children's hospital; you know something less imposing then a regular hospital that gives the kids more of a 'homey' kind of feeling, you know?"
Elliot felt his rage soar. He knew just what he was going to use that hose for and he fumed when he heard this monster lying not just about why he wanted the house, but the fact he was using dying children as a cover …
But once more, Elliot expertly hid his feelings. "That sounds amazing, good for you. Just what do you have in mind?" Elliot asked.
"Something big and just out of the way, you know." Malcolm told him.
"I think I may have something that will satisfy your needs" Elliot said with a smile.
"We have a deal then" Malcolm smiled back as he held out his hand. Feeling as though he was making a deal with the devil himself Elliot reached out and also shook the man's hand…
…
After about an hour of sitting quietly watching the men playing golf Sofia walked up and tugged on Elliot's shirt.
"What?" he spoke harshly as he watched Malcolm sink his birdie.
"Daddy, can I go play with Erica please?" the young girl asked.
Elliot looked over to Malcolm seeking his permission. With a curt nod to say that it was okay Sofia left the room and walked giant marble staircase that Erica walked up before. When she was upstairs and had successfully navigated the right door she gently knocked on the door that she had seen Erica go into.
"Come in," the young girls voice rang out.
Sofia walked into the room and gasped at the room that belonged to the young girl. A huge massive queen bed with light pink silk bedding and canopy stood against the far wall with a brilliantly white carpet that was like feathers under Sofia's feet. The closet was opened and was full of the most expensive luxurious clothes a girl her age own and seemed to stretch on forever. All around the room was the very best toys and most expensive gadgets someone could buy now a days but nearly everything looked untouched and unplayed with, most of it still being in the original packaging.
Sofia had it very good at her mother's house, with expensive toys and clothes filling up her room, but that looked like the room of a child on welfare compared to this girls vast collection of things…
When she heard the door open Erica placed her book on her lap and looked over at the timid child.
"Hi," Erica greeted her with a kind smile.
"Hi," Sofia said with a shy smile. "I got bored downstairs and my dad said I could come up and play with you."
"That's fine," Erica said as she put down the book and walked over to her.
"You got a lot of nice stuff," Sofia said in awe as she looked around the room that seemed to come straight from a picture in a magazine. She walked over to the desk and picked up one of the more expensive China dolls to examine it but it slipped through her fingers and broke.
"I'm sorry!" Sofia said as she started to clean up the glass.
"Its fine, don't worry about it," Erica reassured her with a smile, uncaring that a doll that had cost well over a thousand dollars had just been smashed.
Sofia returned a timid grin and looked around the room and her eyes fell on an old worn out stuffed doll that looked like it belonged in a five year olds room instead of someone Erica's age; an older mature eleven.
The doll looked so out of place in the room full of expensive and beautiful toys Sofia couldn't help but walk over and pick it up. She had just begun to examine it when Erica's voice rang out with a frightening "don't!"
Sofia stood still as Erica raced over to her and grabbed the doll from her hand.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Erica screamed as she held the doll close to her chest. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH THAT, ITS MINE! NO ONE CAN EVER TOUCH HER!"
"I'm sorry, I only wanted to play with you!" Sofia spoke timidly, frightened of the sudden change of attitude of Erica.
"GET OUT! LEAVE ME ALONE" Erica shouted as she pushed Sofia out the door making her fall and smack her head against the carpet.
Hearing the commotion the men rushed upstairs and seen what was happening. They found Sofia getting up from the ground, a small cut on her head and blood slowly seeping out of the wound.
"Erica!" Malcolm bellowed from the top of the staircase.
Seeing Elliot Sofia ran towards him. Instead it was Malcolm who was the first to reach her. He grabbed Sofia's head and jerked it back to expect the wound that the older girl had made.
"This better not scar, young lady!" he shouted at Erica who was frozen in fear, clutching the doll tightly in front of her as if the ragged toy could protect her.
An insufferable rage filled Elliot to the very brink. His hands shook as he stormed over to the pair and yanked Sofia from his grasp. For a moment he forgot he was undercover and wanted nothing more than to hit Malcolm as hard as he possibly could. Instead he forced himself to turn towards Sofia, his hands still shaking. He grabbed her by the head and a hundred times gentler the Malcolm tilted her head to look at the wound. He bent down so to those watching it looked like he was examining it closer.
"You alright?" Elliot asked so softly even Sofia had difficulty hearing him.
She sniffed and gave the faintest nod of her head and Elliot faintly kissed the cut before he pushed her away. "You're fine, stop bitching," he told her as he slipped back into undercover mode.
Meanwhile Malcolm had cornered Erica against the wall right outside her room.
"She... She touched Bella," Erica told him in a small frightened voice.
"Not that stupid ugly doll again!" Malcolm spat.
Tear flooded the young girl's eyes. "She's special to me."
Forgetting that Sofia and Elliot where standing there he grabbed the girl by the neck and slammed her against the wall. His hand slipped up her shirt and as Erica began to tremble Malcolm smirked as he looked down at her. As he stood Malcolm's body was blocking Elliot's full view of what he was actually doing to the young girl.
"Shut your mouth, bitch!" he spat in her ear.
"My kid's fine, man, leave her alone," Elliot said as he walked over to them.
Malcolm reluctantly let go of his possession and walked back over to him. As he did Elliot saw Erica fix her top and gently rub her chest as if something or someone had just hurt her there and the detective had a fair idea of what had just happened right in front of his eyes.
Malcolm bent down and picked up the doll, marched down the stairs with Erica following, panic and fear heavy in the girl's eyes and throw the doll in the trash bin. Jack had to hold Erica back as she fought with all her might to get her beloved doll back out of the trash with Elliot and Sofia watching, their minds reeling with confusion.
"NO!" Erica screamed as tears flooded down her face. "Please give her back! Please give her back!"
"I'm sick of you hanging onto this stupid thing!" Malcolm shouted.
"My daddy gave it to me!" she sobbed frantically.
"Your point?" Malcolm sneered.
"I'll do whatever you want!" she told him desperately. "I'll do it just the way you like, please!"
"Oh I know you will," Malcolm snarled as he stormed over to her and gripped her by the hair and pulled her from Jack's grasp.
He bent down so he was right next to her neck, once again blocking her body from Elliot's view. He kissed the crook of her neck and gently nipped the skin. "And if you do it good enough I'll buy you a new toy," he whispered in her ear.
Erica sobbed as she fell to her knees and Malcolm reluctantly took a step back from her. He turned towards Sofia and Elliot who was looking very confused at the conversation they had just listened to.
"I'm sorry I have to cut this short," Malcolm apologized, "but I have to deal with her."
Elliot looked over at a still sobbing Erica and he felt irreversible sorrow for the girl as it finally clicked. Jack wasn't Erica's father. She had been kidnapped by the group Malcolm worked for and that doll must have been the only thing she had left from her real father…
Elliot swallowed hard as he turned to Malcolm and nodded, forcing a smile onto his lips. "It's fine," he told him as he walked over to him and clapped him on the back and began to lead him away. "McKenzie we're leaving!" he barked at the girl but not before he looked back and nodded towards the doll in the trash.
Sofia knew at once what he meant and went over and rescued the doll from the trash. She half considered giving it back to Erica now, who was too busy sobbing on the floor with Jack trying in vain to console her.
Jack looked up at her as Sofia took a step towards them and gave a quick shake of his head as he got up and walked over to her. "Bring it home with you," he muttered just soft enough so she could hear him. "Give it back to her later when he forgets about it."
Sofia nodded and without another word to either of them slipped the doll under her bulky sweater and hurried after Elliot...
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