"Then who is it about?"
"It's about me."
"If that's true then why don't you let him go? If your..."
Katie cuts her off, "Let him go. All of this is his fault."
"I would feel better if you pointed your gun at me."
"Detective, don't make her do that," Jason warns.
"Katie, where did he take you from?"
"I don't know where. I can't remember."
"When did he take you?"
"Olivia, you don't understand at all, do you?"
Olivia searches the girl's face, for some sort of clue. "Make me understand."
"My whole life I knew that I didn't belong. We spent most of the time running, from one place, to another. I knew it wasn't right. I knew that I wasn't his daughter. I always knew, but he would never tell me the truth. He would never tell me who they were."
Olivia's heart pounds. She swallows hard. "Katie..." she trails off. For a moment, she could swear that she's looking at the face of her own daughter.
"Huh?"
"Katie don't do this. If you shoot him, this never ends. Nobody wins. You got to prison, and then what?"
"Katie, why did you have them call me?"
"Because I knew that you would understand. She said that you would."
"Who said?"
"Arianna. She gave me your card, and said that if anything ever happened, I should call you."
"Oh," her heart sinks.
"So what did he tell you, about your parents?"
"That I was better off without them."
"Who are they?"
"Greg, and Cara Jensen. He took me from them, when I was five. I barely remember them."
"Katie you don't have to do this."She keeps the gun pointed at Jason, "You don't know what he did to me."
Jason interjects, "Katie don't do this. What about Caleb? What happens to him, if you shoot me? Katie, I was wrong. I am sorry. Put down the gun, and we can end this now. It will all be over. I am going to go to prison, for a long time. You can go home."
Tears stream down the young girl's face. She lowers her hand, and gives the weapon to Olivia. Olivia clears the weapon. She furrows her brow, and looks at the young woman standing in front of her.
"It's not loaded," Olivia shakes her head, in disbelief.
"I could never kill anyone. I just needed the truth. It was the only way."
Olivia takes out her cuffs. The hostage stands up, and turns to face her. She puts cuffs on him.
"Jason Whaley, you are under arrest for..." she begins.
"I know my rights."
She continues to mirandize him. She looks over at Katie, when she finishes.
"Katie the officers are going to want to ask you questions. Do not say anything until your lawyer gets there, do you understand?"
"I can't afford a lawyer."
"A lawyer will meet you at the police station," Olivia tells her, leading them out of the house. The sheriff places cuffs on the girl, too. Olivia explains that Jason has kidnapped the young woman. They lead Katie to a separate squad car. Olivia follows her to the car.
"Don't say anything," Olivia reminds her.
"Wait," Katie insists.
"What?"
"Caleb is upstairs, asleep, in the bedroom."
"Caleb? Who is Caleb? Your brother?"
Tears stream down Katie's face. She shakes her head, "My little boy. Please make sure that he's ok. Don't let him out of your sight. Don't let Jason take him from me."
"I promise," Olivia is on the verge of tears, as the officer closes the door to the car. Olivia turns, and heads back towards the house. She enters the house, and heads for the staircase. She climbs to the top of the stairs. She goes to the first room, on her right. She pushes the door open, and turns on the light. She finds a pack and play at the end of the bed. She goes over to the pack and play, and peers inside. She finds an infant, inside. She reaches inside, and lifts him out. She finds a diaper bag lying on the bed. As she holds him, he opens his eyes. He's swaddled in a blanket, with a hat on his head. Dark hair sticks out, from under his cap. She lays him on the bed, and takes a diaper, and wipes out of the bag. She unwraps him, and proceeds to unbutton his sleeper. She is surprised to find an umbilical stump. She quickly changes his diaper, and redresses him. She bundles him back up, and takes a seat on the bed. She holds him in her arms, and just stares at him.
She looks into the diaper bag, and finds a few pieces of paper, lying on top. She finds a birth certificate that reveals he's six days old, and weighed nine pounds two ounces, at birth. She also finds a detailed log of the last time he ate, and his diaper was changed. She zips the diaper bag, and pulls the phone out of her pocket.
He rolls towards the ringing phone. He turns on the lamp, and observes the time. He looks at the number, and blinks in confusion. What reason could Olivia have to call him, at four o'clock in the morning? He puts the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Trevor."
"Olivia, what's wrong? Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"I need you to get dressed."
"Liv, it's four o'clock in the morning."
"I need you to come to Saugerties."
"Saugerties? What are you doing in Saugerties?"
"I need a favor."
"You need a favor?"
"I got called out here for a hostage negotiation. Someone gave her my card."
"Why are you calling me?"
"She needs a lawyer."
"So you chose to call me, at four in the morning?"
"She's twenty. She was kidnapped from her parents when she was five. Her name is Katie Jensen. The man who took her has been raping her, since she was fifteen. He has been molesting her, since she was five. She has a baby who is six days old, and I am fairly certain her kidnapper is the father."
"You took one look at her, and you thought that she could be our daughter.
"But she's not."
"But you still want me to help her?"
"Please."
He meets her outside of an interview room, at the sheriff's department, in Saugerties.
"Where is she?" He asks Olivia, who holds tightly to the infant in her arms.
Olivia points. Trevor turns, and looks through the glass. He sees a twenty year old, sitting on the wrong side of the table. She's got dark hair, and she looks completely exhausted. Trevor takes a deep breath, and enters the room. He closes the door behind him. He looks at the police officer, and then takes a seat next to his client.
"I am Trevor Langan. I would appreciate if you could give my client, and I a moment to confer."
"I am sorry mister Langan, but she is facing some serious charges."
"What charges?"
"Attempted murder, for one.""The gun wasn't loaded," Katie reveals.
"Officer..." Trevor begins.
"Detective Black."
"Detective, in light of the situation, I think we are done here, for now."