Here is the next update. Thanks for the reviews and no. Surprise baby's for Brooke. Chapter 12
Fenton Hardy was still at the Garcia compound, processing evidence and personally taking control of the case. Officially Sam Radley would present the case but everybody knew that this was Fenton and Frank's show. Frank was sitting by his daughter's bed in the ER of Edinburg Children's Hospital. She was sleeping thanks to the ativan they gave her. The doctor who had conducted the exam had been furious at what happened to her and the rest of the girls that had been found. Brooke had required four stitches. It was seven in the morning and the door burst open. He was stunned to see her. He shot up. "Callie!" He pulled her into his arms.
Callie sobbed. "Oh Frank."
Frank kissed her forehead and rocked side to side. "I know baby."
"You got them right?"
"We don't know the name of the second man that raped her yet. We are going to try to get the name from Juan or one of the other associates. Angel and Karla are the best bet there."
Callie approached the bed and smoothed her daughter's blanket. She leaned down and tenderly kissed her forehead. "My poor baby girl."
Brooke's eyes fluttered then opened and she saw Callie and wailed. "Mommy!"
Callie pulled the bed rail down and pulled her into her arms. "Mommy's here baby."
"I'm so sorry. He made me. I didn't want to."
Callie soothed her. "I know sweetheart. None of this is your fault. You were kidnapped and raped by three men. They are the ones responsible not you."
"What if I get pregnant?"
Callie couldn't speak. Luckily Frank did. "Sweetheart, we will handle it. There are things we can do to try to prevent that, but if you do, it's not your fault."
"It's not fair!"
Callie rocked her. "It isn't fair. But we're here for you."
Sam was currently arranging for Juan Garcia to be transferred to DC along with a dozen of his motley crew including Karla Sanchez, Isaac Newman, and Stanley Lee. Fenton was thinking about the best strategy to question them. Right now he was staring at Isaac Newman through the observation glass. This was the one that took his granddaughter. Isaac looked relaxed. He was sitting back in the chair and had put his feet on the table. He looked comfortable considering the shackles and handcuffs. Well he was about to be very uncomfortable. Fenton left observation and went into the observation room. Isaac didn't move.
Fenton for fun pushed his legs off the table making him yelp. "Didn't your mother teach you manners?"
"Look I've been here for hours. Why the fuck you charging me with this crap! I was just at my buds house."
"Don't you mean boss?"
"I work at Chipotle man. He ain't my boss. I didn't do nothing."
Fenton said. "I beg to differ. I have you on some surveillance footage. You took." He pulled out a picture of Brooke and placed it on the table. "This girl from the Museum of National History. You took her to Juan Garcia's plane and put her in a large dog crate tied up unconscious. Then you boarded that plane. Federal kidnapping is serious. We also found over a billion dollars in drugs in one of the warehouses on Garcia's compound."
Fenton leaned over. "Do you know how we got probable cause to come on Garcia's property?" He pointed to Brooke. "This girl had a panic button with a transponder and audio recorder. We heard what Garcia and two other men did to her. How mad do you think Garcia will be when he realizes that taking this girl shut down his criminal enterprise?"
"You're bluffing."
"I'm a straight shooter, Isaac always have been. You didn't rape any of the girls we found that means something. But you're neck deep in with the drugs and the kidnappings. Your only chance of not spending the rest of your life in a cage is through me. I need to know where the client list is. The ones who pay to see the girls. I want names."
"I don't know many. Just a handful. You want them all. You got to talk to Angel. She runs all that."
Fenton put a piece of paper in front of him. "Tell me the ones you know."
Frank, Callie, and Brooke were on the jet at McAllen International Airport. They were waiting for Fenton and Sam. Brooke was currently sitting on the sofa looking out the window. Callie was in her laptop trying to file some briefs. Frank was busy on his computers looking up and running the men and women that had been arrested at the compound. They both looked over at her often. She felt like a fish in a fishbowl. She wanted to go home. That's when she saw Sam and her Grandfather. Brooke stood up and ran to hug him. "Grandpa."
Fenton held her tightly. "Hello sweetheart."
"Did they confess? What's happening?"
Fenton sat his granddaughter down. "Well, I got the man who took you to confess, he's going to turn evidence against Juan Garcia, and Angel Martinez. His wife is also involved, she's a certified nurse midwife and delivers the babies."
Callie growled. "I wish I didn't have to recuse myself. I would LOVE to prosecute this case."
Fenton chuckled. "You wouldn't leave a stone unturned. Carson Drew and Ned Nickerson are going to prosecute."
Callie nodded. "Well at least they got the best. Carson is a lion in the courtroom. He'll dive right in."
Fenton sat across from them. "The DEA has been trying to catch them for years. They are quite put out that we got the jump on it. The US Marshals will probably take over to make it a RICO."
Callie nodded. "I'm not surprised."
Sam called from the cockpit. "We've been cleared for takeoff. Frank you stay put I've got it."
Brooke snuggled into her father. It made her feel better. She wanted to go home, take a long hot shower, and lock herself in her room. Her phone beeped. She looked at the display which read, 'how are you holding up?
Brooke sobbed. "It's Ben. What do I say to him?"
Frank hugged her tighter. "Whatever you want to say baby. He's your boyfriend. He called your mother while you were taken. He's just worried about you."
Brooke bit her lip and typed. 'I'm on my way home. Mom, dad, and grandpa are with me. Not feeling too good.'
Brooke watched the phone as he typed his reply. 'That's to be expected, you've been through a horrible ordeal. Love you. Hope to see you soon.'
Brooke's eyes filled with tears. She replied back. '(Heart emoji) Love you too (Heart emoji).'
She saw that her father was texting on his own phone and was kind enough not to read her texts. She kissed his cheek. "Daddy, when did you fall in love with mommy?"
Frank glanced at Callie then answered his daughter. "I fell for her in middle school, but I would say we fell deeply in love in high school." Frank knew that she was thinking about Ben and wasn't surprised at her question at all.
"What if Ben hates me after I tell him what happened?"
Callie said. "He won't honey, he'll understand. You're father did with me."
Brooke sucked in her breath. "You were hurt like me?"
Callie swallowed the lump in her throat. "I was raped in college by a serial rapist. He was a police officer. Your grandpa caught him. He almost killed me. It was just before Claire was born you were just a toddler."
"When do you stop feeling gross."
"It eases off after a while, it takes time. There are days where I still feel that way. Especially in January, but your dad, your grandparents, Uncle Joe, Aunt Vanessa, and you and your sister helped me because I'm blessed to have you all in my life."
She turned into her mother and cried. "Mommy I swear I didn't want to do any of it. But Juan made me. The men made me. I told them I didn't want to but because they paid they made me."
Fenton stood up and knelt in front of her. "Sweetie, we know. You did what you had to do to survive. If you hadn't complied, Garcia could have killed you. None of this is your fault. You survived. Your mother survived, your grandmother is also a survivor. Don't feel guilty because you did what you had to do okay."
"I'll try."
Fenton rubbed her knee. "That's my princess."
