Daniel nodded, his forehead furrowed in concentration. "When will she be able to tell us more about the man who took Connor?"
"She's out for the night. It will be tomorrow morning before she's alert enough to help." Janet bowed her head for a moment and then looked back into Daniel's worried eyes. "I can only imagine how frantic she'll be. I know how I'd feel if it were Cassie. She's new in the area and doesn't have any family around. We're the only friends she has, Daniel. She's going to need us."
Daniel left the infirmary and headed to Jack's office. He found the Colonel on the phone with the local FBI office, giving a description of Connor and Jason. Daniel waited, head down and arms folded over his chest.
"Daniel, we need to get a photo of the kid over to the FBI. I've gotten permission from Hammond to enter her home and look for some pictures. Also, we need to look for anything that might tell us who this jerk is who took Connor. She might have something around that will help us locate him." Jack stood, grabbed his jacket and left, with Daniel following.
"Jack, we can go by the infirmary and get her keys. There should be a set in her purse. Janet brought it when she brought Rori in this afternoon." Daniel punched in level 21 on the elevator panel and turned back to Jack, mouth drawn in a grim frown. "You know I plan on going after the bastard."
"Yeah, I know. I'm going with you."
Jack and Daniel entered Rori's apartment and began a quick search. They easily found pictures of the missing child – dozens were hung on the walls and scattered about all the flat surfaces in the living room. Daniel reluctantly searched her bedroom, looking for anything that might lead to any information about the man who claimed to be Connor's father.
"Jack, I've found something." Daniel was sitting on the floor in her bedroom, digging through boxes she kept in the closet.
Jack came in and stood behind Daniel, peering over his shoulder at the paper in his hand.
"Take a look at this." Daniel handed a paper up to Jack.
Jack took a quick glance at a copy of a police report charging Jason Williams with the assault and rape of Rori O'Brien. It was dated two years and seven months earlier.
"God, Jack. He raped her and she got pregnant. No wonder she didn't tell him about the baby."
"Did you read the whole thing?" Jack was still skimming the paper in his hand.
"Yes. Date rape. She was set up on a blind date with her room mate's boyfriend's cousin, Jason."
"The report gives an address and phone number for his cousin. It's in Florida." Jack folded the paper and stuck it in his pocket. "Let's go give this to the FBI."
They stopped at a local stationery store to make a copy of the report for themselves and then spent the next couple of hours in the FBI office. They were told that the truck Jason had been driving had been reported as stolen the day before, and was found abandoned about ten miles from the park. Another car was reported stolen from the area about an hour after Connor had been kidnapped. They had an Amber Alert issued for Colorado and the surrounding states. According to them, everything was being done to find Jason Williams before anything happened to Connor. They were also informed that Jason had a long history of drug and assault related arrests and convictions. He was being considered armed and dangerous.
"Daniel, let's go home and tomorrow we can talk to Rori and decide what we need to do. It's already 2200 hours and we need sleep if we're going to be any help." Jack grabbed Daniel's arm and began pulling him out of the office toward his truck.
"I'm going back to the base." Daniel saw the look on Jack's face that told him an argument was about to take place. "I'll go to my quarters and sleep. I just want to be there in case she wakes up early. The sooner we get information, the sooner we can get the kid back." Jack hesitated, as if about to object, but knew by the stubborn look on Daniel's face that he'd only lose, so he nodded in agreement.
Jack drove Daniel to the base and then headed home. Wandering into the kitchen, he pulled a beer from the fridge and went back into the living room. He picked up a framed picture of Charlie and sat in a chair next to the fireplace. Staring at the picture and sipping on the beer, he tried to imagine what he would have felt if Charlie had been taken by someone. His heart began racing at the thought of not knowing where his son was. He knew one thing for damned sure; no one could have kept him from searching for his son.