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Chapter 18: Sophia Peters

Jake decided it would be best to speak with Detective Silver in person. He thought that she would probably consider the information that he'd discovered interfering on the case but being an important lead, it would stop her from arresting him. It was a possibility anyway, no matter how small.

His thoughts changed from the image of her handcuffing him and throwing him into a tiny cell to the way her green eyes would flash with annoyance when he entered her vision and the intoxicating memory of the way the sunlight brought out the red in her strawberry-blonde hair.

As he shook the images out of his mind, he was surprised that he didn't want to speak with her on the phone, but he wanted to see her.

Twenty minutes later, he was finding a spot in the parking lot of the DPD headquarters. He had found out from one of his sources that Detective Silver and her partner were currently there, but he knew that the two detectives wouldn't be there for long, having been working closely with the Rangers. As he maneuvered his car into a parking spot, he glanced at the entrance and saw that the two detectives he had come to see were currently walking out of the building.

He got out of his car quickly and jogged over to the two detectives. He put on a grin as he approached them and with the annoyed look that had appeared on Detective Silver's face, she had noticed him.

"Snyder, what are you doing here?" Lucy questioned, having stopped in her tracks. "I don't have time for an interview," she added with a dismissive wave of her hand.

As he slowed down to a stop, he noted that the detectives had swollen eyes from lack of sleep and wrinkled clothes that meant that if they had gotten even a catnap, it wasn't at their homes. "Hey, what's going on?" He asked, his grin fading and the expression on his handsome face had changed to concern. The annoyed look that had been on Detective Silver's face at his arrival, vanished and was replaced by concern.

She sighed, her hand that had curtly dismissed him rose up to rub her neck, the look of concern deepening and reflecting in her green eyes. "Carlos Sandoval is missing and we believe he is in trouble."

He let out a breath, knowing that Sandoval had been involved since the beginning of the case. Sandoval had once been a police detective, before Detective Silver's arrival in Dallas. As he looked at Lucy, he was trying to determine the relationship between the private detective and the straightforward Dallas PD detective. Her concern could be because she had been working with Sandoval, but he couldn't help feel that it was more than that and that feeling wasn't something he particularly wanted to feel.

"Eli Parker, Oswald and Daisy O'Mara have also all vanished," Darryl added, not flinching one bit when his partner shot him a dark look for revealing such information to a reporter.

Snyder frowned but wasn't surprised at that particular grouping of disappearances, especially with the information that he had gathered. He knew which disappearance concerned Detective Silver the most and he wanted to help. "Why would someone kidnap Sandoval? And, don't worry; this conversation is off the record."

"We believe that Carlos was taken for information that he doesn't have, but they don't know that he doesn't have that information. Once they discover that he won't be any help to them, they will kill him." Her voice lost its anger and he could hear the fear in her voice. Shaking her head, her green gaze met his and her eyes darkened. "I don't have time to speak with you, Snyder." She went to walk past him but he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"Look," he said as he held up his hands in peace. "I know you don't want to see me right know, since you believe that I am merely looking for a story, which I cannot lie, is partly true." He ignored the aggravated look that Detective Silver shot him. "I am here because I have some information for you and it may help you find Sandoval."

Her eyes focused intently on him, warning him not to mess with her, but he could see the tiniest flicker of hope in her eyes.

"I was looking into various cases of escort services, well a friend of mine that enjoys delving deep into various stories since he writes true crime novels." He saw that Detective Silver wasn't interested in his friend and cleared his throat, deciding that it was best to get to the point. "Anyway, it had been a case that had happened at a college that the president had swiftly swept under the rug, but there had still been stories told about it."

"What does this have to do with this case?" She questioned.

He pulled the picture up on his cell and showed it to them. It was of a woman with wavy, chestnut hair with dark eyes. Her face had a slightly pointed chin and perfectly formed cheekbones, with those natural long eyelashes that couldn't be copied.

"Your victim's friend, Daisy O'Mara, whom you've had under protection, has quite a history. She ran an escort service in college and when she went by the name of Sophia Peters."

He watched Lucy's face closely. She saw her eyes widen slightly in surprise and then narrow, green lightning flashing within them.

"Send all the information that you have to my cell," she ordered as she rattled off her number going past him.

Darryl thanked Jack as he ran to catch up to his partner who was currently on her cell phone. Jack turned around, his eyes on the more interesting of the two detectives hurrying away.

He wondered if he would ever have the chance to walk away from Detective Silver, but realized that he never wanted to walk away from the pretty detective.

Lucy hit the gas and turned on the flashing lights the second that her partner had gotten into the passenger seat. She didn't even smile when he grabbed the bar to prevent himself from flying forward into the dash. Instead, she had a deep fearful expression on her face and that fear was palpable. There was also guilt in the form of a weighty stone in her stomach because she had known that Daisy was hiding something and she should have pushed the woman during the interview.

"Lucy, it's not your fault," her partner said firmly from the passenger seat. "I had you back off when you were talking to Daisy."

She thought that it was sweet of her partner to take some of the blame, but she knew that she had been the one to pull back. She vowed to herself that she would never do that again. "She should have been an actress in Hollywood," she said with disdain, maneuvering the car effortlessly through the streets of Dallas.