Before they were even out of the car good, the twins ran down the walk into their parents arms. As usual, kisses and hugs were abundant.
"Daddy," Ward said excitedly, "I drawed, I mean I drew," they were working on grammar with Gwen," a picture of a little boy. I think he is lost, he looked scared." Ward had seen the boy, that was a good lead. Ward gave his father the picture and a big hug to go with it.
Vicki was holding Abbie on her hip. She was staring at her daughter intently.
"Mommy, nobody is going to steal us. Don't worry," She said taking Vicki's face in both of her tiny little hands. Vicki knew she was going to have to enjoy being able to hold them like this now because it wouldn't be too long and they would get too big. That made Vicki sad too.
"Mommy, don't be sad. I bet you have other little babies to hold." Again..she could sense her thoughts.
"Abbie, do you always know what mommy thinks?" Please say no, please say no...
"No, only when you are worried or sad and sometimes when you are mad." Vicki would have to test her on that sometime.
After more hugs and kisses, they waved goodbye to Gwen and sent the kids up the sidewalk. Henry was back to studying the picture and realized there was a bigger clue than he thought in it.
"I think you should call Mike and give him a "tip". It might look suspcious if we show up without help." Vicki was only allowed to talk to Mike about cases with Crowley's approval. The cases that made the police look bad were the ones she was allowed in on, because for some uncanny reason, Vicki and Henry helped solve them a lot better. A missing child was not high on her priority, which made Vicki dislike her even more. So a tip it was..
"Yeah, Vicki, " she said to Mike, " Just listen, get to the big warehouse by the dock..I know it's supposed to be empty but it isn't, trust me okay?"
Vicki looked down at the picture. It was the little boy, lying on an exam table, he looked like the boy in the picture his mother had shown them. Wires were attached to his head, but the clue was in the window of the room...A salmon boat, docked on Lake Ontario..they were at the old warehouse.