All Things Happen For A Reason
Chapter 20
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Emily opens her eyes slowly. As she does she sees two men standing on either side. As Emily's vision clears, she recognizes one as being John and the other was new to her. Then she realizes that it's bright. She can't tell if it's light out or if it's lights on. Emily looks at her surroundings. She sees an IV bag. Then looks down at her arm.
"What's going on?" Emily's voice sounds rough and kind of goes in and out.
"You stupid bitch, your stitches came out. So the nice doctor cleaned your wound and stitched you back up. He gave you an IV to keep you hydrated and put some liquid antibiotics in there to keep you infection free. You were losing a copious amount of blood. I had no choice. You were dying. As soon as you have recovered some, the doc is going to give you a pregnancy test. So rest up." John says, heading for the door.
"Wait! Where is Meghan? She's not feeling well." Emily says.
"I have her in the next room. That room has a bathroom attached. But she is locked in there. I wanted her to be able to get sick in the toilet. But you, I had to strap you to the bed. Not only to keep you from trying to escape, but to keep you from moving and reopening your stitches. Rest now. We'll be back soon." John and the doc walk out and shut the door behind them.
Emily tries to move. She's too weak to figure a way out. She also feels better knowing Meghan has a bathroom. So she falls back unconscious.
"This farm looks too warn out to be of any use to anyone." Reid says, as they drive up the long dirt driveway.
"Well what did you expect Reid? No one would think to look at a dilapidated farm. Now, that house looks lived in." Hotch points to the newer house farther on the property.
"I guess I'll follow your lead." Reid says, looking down at the list of names and addresses.
They pull up to the front of the house. Hotch stops the SUV and gets out. His feeling tells him this isn't the house, but decides to check anyway. They walk up to the front door and knock.
"Who is it?" An older lady asks from the other side of the door.
"Ma'am, we are Agent Hotchner and Agent Reid with the FBI. We need to ask you some questions." Hotch and Reid hold their badges and credentials up for the woman to see. She opens the door.
"What's this about?"
"We are looking for a man by the name of John Logan." Hotch doesn't even finish and she interrupts.
"Wasn't he the sheriff over in the next county?"
"Yes ma'am. He has kidnapped two females. One is a young girl. The other is one of my agents. We have reason to believe that his family might own an older farm. May we ask to see the deed to this property?" Hotch asks.
"No problem. Just a moment." The lady closes the door until it's only open a crack. A few minutes later, she reappears with the thick bundle of papers. Hotch looks at the name. The farm was obtained less then a year ago.
"Thank you ma'am. If you see or hear anything about this, would you call me?" Hotch hands her one of his cards. "Thank you for your kindness and understanding." Hotch and Reid turn to leave.
"Wait!" the lady speaks up.
"Yes." Hotch turns around.
"Are there any injuries or medical problems? My brother is a doctor that does house calls."
"Yes. The older lady has stitches on her upper leg from surgery. The young lady is pregnant." Hotch says, with hope.
"Oh dear. That is sad that the young lady is pregnant. I hate to see young kids through their lives away."
"Ma'am, she was kidnapped before and raped. That is how she became pregnant. This man is dangerous. He's the father of that baby." Hotch replies, trying to get through to this lady that it is urgent.
"Oh my goodness! That poor dear. I will keep my eyes and ears open. And call if I get anything. You boys take care and be careful. I bet your mothers worry." The old lady acts worrisome.
"Thank you ma'am." Hotch and Reid leave.
"This isn't a farm." Garcia says as Morgan pulls into a city neighborhood.
"I know. This is the address of the owner of the property. WE need to ask if he's renting out the farm or if the family has been out there in a while." Morgan explains.
"Why not just go out there and just check to see if anyone is out there. People do all the time." Garcia says, annoyed and frustrated.
"Because if we don't talk to the owner first, we could be considered trespassers. If we found them we couldn't prosecute. They could say that we set them up. No prosecutor would touch the case and they would walk. Be patient baby doll. We'll find her today. Hotch won't accept it any other way." Morgan says, walking up to the brown stone type of building. He knocks on the door. A few seconds pass. Then the door opens.
"Yes?" A skinny young white male stands there. He's probably about around 20. But looks like he was not a day over 12.
"Hello. I'm with the FBI. Agent Morgan. This is Ms. Garcia. We need to speak with a," Morgan looks down at the paper. "Jonathan Ellis. Is he here?"
The mans face pales. "No. He died yesterday. May I ask what you needed with him?"
"Yes. Sorry about your loss. Did he own a farm at 2531 W. Window Ave?" Morgan asks, but watches his reaction and body language to make sure he could see if the man lied, or was hiding something.
"I think so. What's this about?
"Do you know if he rented this farm out or sold it to someone else?"
"I don't think so. Please, tell me what's going on." The man was getting upset.
"Well, we have a couple of missing young ladies. The man that took them might be holding them in an abandon farm."
"No. My granddad would never let anyone in that house or on that property. That was the house that my grandmother and grandfather bought on their wedding day. They lived there their whole married life. When gram passed a few years back, granddad left. Vowing it was a special place that no one was allowed to go anymore. He would go to keep her flowers going. But he never stepped foot in that house again. He would never sell it. Or for that matter, he's never rent it out. I don't know what's going to happen to it."
"Thank you. Again, sorry about your loss. May we have your promotion to go and look around? You know, in case someone broke in and is using it without your knowledge." Morgan asks.
"Sure. Just don't go into the house. You can look inside the windows. There is no curtains and no things inside." The man says.
"Thank you. May I ask your name? You know, in case we are approached. We can let them know you gave your authorization to be on the property.
"My name is Frank Wright." Frank answers.
"Thanks. Goodbye." Morgan says, as he and Garcia turn to talk back to the car. Frank stands there and watches them leave.
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