He continued to look through the rear view mirror as Grace as she sat in the backseat, her tear stained face hidden by her hair; he couldn't stop staring at her, she was such a beautiful child and he could see her potential.
"Joe!" Emma called out, alerting him to the conversation at hand.
"I'm sorry, what?" Joe asked her.
Emma huffed "I asked where we're going to go? That house was the only hide out we had…we can't just drive around forever." She remarked.
"Just let me think about it, alright?" Joe muttered, looking back at the rear view mirror at Grace.
Joe sighed "Sweetheart?" he called out to her while still looking through the mirror.
Grace looked up and met her eyes with Joes' who smiled at her "Sweetheart, I'm not angry with you." He told her.
The girl looked back down at her lap, Joe sighed "I promise that you and your father will be reunited…just not yet, my love." He told her.
Emma looked behind her at Grace who then looked back down at her lap; Emma noticed that while Grace was sitting in the seat behind her, her Madeline doll was tossed to the other side behind Joe.
"What's wrong with your doll?" Emma asked.
Grace huffed "She's evil." She mumbled.
Emma turned back in her seat, looking straight ahead for a moment before turning to Joe "Where are we gonna go, Joe?" she asked him again.
Joe smirked "I have an idea." He muttered.
Mike stormed all over the Cherry Hill Police Department with Ryan barely keeping up with him; any second the FBI would be swarming the department and craziness would ensue.
He connected with every office in the department when one finally stopped him and asked for a photograph of Grace; Mike pulled out his phone and went through all of his pictures.
Every one of the pictures on his phone was Grace—what initially started as a task to give the police department a picture to go with ended up as a trip down memory lane from the past four years.
The office watched Mike closely before clearing her throat "Agent Weston?" she asked quietly.
Mike looked up, realizing what he was doing as he sighed and decided on a picture from a few months ago with Grace in the backyard, holding a rabbit she had caught with a huge smile on her face before handing it to the officer.
The officer smiled at the picture "She's beautiful." She commented.
Mike nodded, crossing his arms "Yeah, she looks a lot like her mother." He stated.
The officer nodded "Will Mrs. Weston be accompanying you at all?" she asked.
"Mrs. Weston? Sarah…Mrs. Sarah Weston…that does have a nice ring to it." Mike thought to himself before he shook his head.
"No. She won't be…" he muttered to her.
Ryan chuckled, patting Mike gently on the back as he approached the two of them "There honestly isn't a Mrs. Weston…" he said, giving a flirtatious grin to the office.
"Oh." The officer muttered.
Mike huffed "It's complicated…but she's in Maine with family…needless to say, it's bee a rough few days for her." He explained.
The officer nodded "Okay, well, I'm going to make a copy of this picture and have it readily available to everyone." She said before walking away.
Mike turned to Ryan and grimaced "What the hell?"
Ryan shrugged "Just trying to get you laid, brother." He said.
Mike rolled his eyes "Sarah and I are together, okay? And I got laid…like 5 days ago, so stop it!" he said before realizing what he said and walked away.
Ryan gasped "You and Sarah had a roll in the hay during your visit to see Grace? You dawg!" he said with a chuckle.
"I shouldn't have said anything!" Mike retorted.
"But you did, so…booyah; told you that I'd find out!" Ryan remarked.
Mike rolled his eyes, refusing to comment anymore as he met the flock of agents now moving into the building.
Agent Donovan gave a long lecture of the situation as well as showing the picture that Mike gave to the officer; the agents began to scatter as well as the local police officers.
Mike gently stood up and began to make his way to the Emergency Communications division to see if he could track down the exactly location from where the call was made.
He didn't care where Ryan was at that point, but he knew that he wasn't too far behind as he walked in and got the attention of the director.
"Can I help you?" he asked in a whisper.
"I hope so," Mike said "…I was hoping to look at all the information involved in a 9-1-1 call that was placed earlier today." He whispered in return.
The director nodded "The 9-1-1 call involving the kidnapping." He said, motioning Mike over to another room before he shut the door.
"They told me the FBI would be coming, so I set it all up for you guys." The director told Mike.
Mike thanked the man as he watched him leave the room, the young agent took a deep breath in before he backed away slowly and left the room as well, wanting to connect with the Intel team before jumping in to the audio feed.
"Stay with Grace." Joe demanded as he walked to the front door and rang the door bell; leaving Emma and Grace in the car.
Emma huffed as she watched as Joe waited by the front door until someone answered it and Joe squeezed his way inside before the door was shut again.
The young killer huffed, turning around to face Grace who was rocking gently back and forth in her place "Y'know, you look a lot like your mom." Emma remarked.
Grace looked over at Emma "You know my mommy?" she asked.
Emma nodded "Yeah. We used to be best friends…" she remarked, waiting for a reply from Grace but she said nothing.
"…so, you said Madeline was evil, why do you think that?" Emma asked, changing the conversation.
Grace didn't answer which put Emma at a loss; she wasn't going to force her to say anything and she couldn't hurt her either since she was so valuable to Joe; Emma was having a hard time with this whole situation.
Why was Joe so insistent upon Grace? Was she his peace offering to let Mike and Sarah live their pathetic lives together, or was it just to start even more shit for the both of them?
Emma didn't know, and at that moment she didn't care as she looked out her car window again, waiting for Joe to pop out and inform Emma that it was alright for them to come in.