Lost In Stormy Visions
Chapter 10
"Agent Reyes."
Monica yawned. She tried several times to open her eyes. Finally, she succeeded. Slowly, she swiveled her legs around so she was in a sitting position on the sofa.
At first she didn't know who the man was that was standing in front of her. Then the memories came like a lightening bolt-a missing boy, the search, no clues. She sighed inwardly. So it wasn't just a bad dream after all.
How much time had she lost?! Her mind started screaming at her, berating her. She was supposed to be finding this man's son, not falling asleep on his back porch sofa. She had only meant to close her eyes for a moment after they got back from searching the woods... Was that the morning sun beaming in through the windows?
"I'm so sorry, Detective Doggett..." she began.
John shook his head, dismissing any apology as unnecessary. But his kindness to her didn't diminish her feelings of guilt. John obviously hadn't sleep and neither should she. It didn't matter that she was only human or that she hadn't had a moment's rest in the past twenty-four hours. He should have been the one sleeping and not me, she thought.
John's voice broke Monica away from her thoughts. "You're partner Agent Mattingly couldn't reach you on your cell so he called here. They finally spoke with a lady a couple of blocks away from here as she was leavin' for work. They showed her some pictures of some men that Agent Mattingly had put together and...," John struggled to get the rest of it out as his voice shook with fear, rage, and sadness., "she saw a man by the name of Bob Harvey across her street yesterday mornin' near bouts the time Luke disappeared. Manhattan tried to convict him last year for being a...pedophile," John choked on the word, "but he got off on a technicality. They've got him down at the 2-7 right now. They're waitin' on us."
Monica's heart leapt, crashed, and burned all in the span of a minute at the news. Finally, what could be a break and yet it might be the one thing their hearts had all feared all along.
Monica looked at John. Us, she thought? I should go alone. But what she saw in John's eyes brooked no argument. She saw the determination to find his son, a son that he loved dearly. She saw a man who cared more about others than himself.
John put out his hand to help Monica up on her feet. She hesitated for a second and then took the proffered hand. When she got to her feet their eyes locked. Tension flared for a moment before they both ignored it, pretending it wasn't there. It wasn't real, she thought. She barely knew this man. She only felt like she did. Tragedy did that to people. Monica reached down, picking her jacket and car keys off the floor. It was time to go and see this Bob Harvey.
Chapter 10
"Agent Reyes."
Monica yawned. She tried several times to open her eyes. Finally, she succeeded. Slowly, she swiveled her legs around so she was in a sitting position on the sofa.
At first she didn't know who the man was that was standing in front of her. Then the memories came like a lightening bolt-a missing boy, the search, no clues. She sighed inwardly. So it wasn't just a bad dream after all.
How much time had she lost?! Her mind started screaming at her, berating her. She was supposed to be finding this man's son, not falling asleep on his back porch sofa. She had only meant to close her eyes for a moment after they got back from searching the woods... Was that the morning sun beaming in through the windows?
"I'm so sorry, Detective Doggett..." she began.
John shook his head, dismissing any apology as unnecessary. But his kindness to her didn't diminish her feelings of guilt. John obviously hadn't sleep and neither should she. It didn't matter that she was only human or that she hadn't had a moment's rest in the past twenty-four hours. He should have been the one sleeping and not me, she thought.
John's voice broke Monica away from her thoughts. "You're partner Agent Mattingly couldn't reach you on your cell so he called here. They finally spoke with a lady a couple of blocks away from here as she was leavin' for work. They showed her some pictures of some men that Agent Mattingly had put together and...," John struggled to get the rest of it out as his voice shook with fear, rage, and sadness., "she saw a man by the name of Bob Harvey across her street yesterday mornin' near bouts the time Luke disappeared. Manhattan tried to convict him last year for being a...pedophile," John choked on the word, "but he got off on a technicality. They've got him down at the 2-7 right now. They're waitin' on us."
Monica's heart leapt, crashed, and burned all in the span of a minute at the news. Finally, what could be a break and yet it might be the one thing their hearts had all feared all along.
Monica looked at John. Us, she thought? I should go alone. But what she saw in John's eyes brooked no argument. She saw the determination to find his son, a son that he loved dearly. She saw a man who cared more about others than himself.
John put out his hand to help Monica up on her feet. She hesitated for a second and then took the proffered hand. When she got to her feet their eyes locked. Tension flared for a moment before they both ignored it, pretending it wasn't there. It wasn't real, she thought. She barely knew this man. She only felt like she did. Tragedy did that to people. Monica reached down, picking her jacket and car keys off the floor. It was time to go and see this Bob Harvey.