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"Hi, Dad," Alexis said. "What are you looking at?" She looked over his shoulder. "You know you shouldn't be looking at her stuff."
"Since when are nursery samples a threat to national security?" He asked.
"When a murder takes place in one." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Maybe she left this for me to find on purpose."
"Ya think?"
"But what does this mean?" He asked, handing over the castle picture.
"Dad, think. One's big, one's medium and one's little, plus there's another one off to the side."
" I didn't notice that one. Maybe this is some sort of clue. Tiny castle, no that's not right. Little castle… still not. Baby castle? Baby? She's pregnant!"
"You catch on fast; like the time with the binoculars and the window."
"She certainly knows how to plan things, doesn't she." He picked up his cell phone and hit 2 on speed dial.
"Just give it a minute. He'll figure it out; although it took him forever to figure out that we staged a fake crime scene for his birthday last year." Kate took another sip of decaffeinated coffee and yawned. "I really wish I could drink regular coffee though; Decaffeinated defeats the purpose. So, where are we on the latest threat?"
"Not much. Nothing's new since the debate over how to tackle weapons in other countries. Nothing domestic today, yet." McCord responded.
Three, two, one, She counted. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNN NNNNNNNNNNNNG!
"Beckett." She answered.
"Hey, sexy. We need a bigger house."
"You figured it out. See you at home." She hung up. "As long as he doesn't name his next book In Heat, I won't have to kill him."