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Ben and Angela Cheney were kind enough to invite Jasper and Garrett inside, offered them coffee, and then wait while they called their attorney. Angela kept their daughter in her arms, almost as if she were afraid Jasper and Garrett were going to snatch her away and take off with her. The little girl, who they called Vanessa, was a beauty. The more Jasper watched her, the more he saw Bella Swan in her features. Her smile, her eyes, her nose. She hugged the teddy bear against her, the bear with the blue nose.

"Our attorney should be here soon," Ben said, sliding his arm around Angela and Vanessa as he settled back on the sofa. "Do you really think her biological mother is this girl they just found?"

"I have no doubts," Jasper confirmed.

"She's only a child herself, though," Angela murmured, pressing her lips against the side of Vanessa's head.

"She's sixteen."

Angela and Ben shared a look, but neither said a word. What were they supposed to say? He could only imagine how they must be feeling in that moment. Finding out that the little girl you had adopted could be the child of a girl who was brutally raped and tortured for years. Jasper picked up his coffee cup, taking a sip.

"I remember when she went missing," Angela said, drawing Jasper's attention to her. "My mother cried for days over that little girl. I didn't understand why it bothered her so much, but she kept saying little girls like her just don't vanish into thin air."

"They shouldn't," Jasper said, clearing his throat.

"What's she like?" Ben asked. "This girl you think is Vanessa's biological mother."

"She's, um, she's beautiful, and delicate," Jasper told them.

They sat in silence for several more minutes before the doorbell rang. Ben threw Angela a look before he scrambled to his feet and hurried across the room to the front door, coming back a minute later with a tall, curvy woman with strawberry blond hair and dark blue eyes. She paused in the entrance to the living room, looking from Ben, Angela, and Vanessa to Jasper and Garrett.

"I'm Tanya Richmond," she said, holding her hand out toward Jasper first and then Garrett.

"It's nice to meet you," Jasper said, tilting his head toward her.

"Is it?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Let's cut through the B.S. and you can tell me what the hell is going on?"

Garrett and Jasper shared a look before sitting back on the couch. Jasper wasn't sure how much he should tell them, but at the same time, they were running out of time. If they had any hope of keeping Sam Uley behind bars, they would need a DNA sample from baby Hope, or Vanessa, whoever, and the sooner the better.

"Eight years ago, a little girl form Forks, Washington was kidnapped from her home after her parents were murdered."

"Yes, yes, we've all seen her story on the news," Tanya said, waving him off. "Why do you think that little girl is connect to our little girl?"

"I was getting there," Jasper gritted out through clenched teeth, not caring for the woman standing in the middle of the room. "As I was saying, that little girl was Bella Swan, and until four days ago, she hadn't been seen since. And then, through a series of unusual events, she was found, and we discovered that the man who had taken her, the man who had been holding her captive for the last eight years, impregnated her when she was only thirteen years old. She gave birth to a little girl six months or so after her fourteenth birthday, and the man took the baby from her. We believe your daughter may be Bella's baby."

"Can you tell us how you came to adopt Vanessa?" Garrett asked, and when Ben and Angela looked at Tanya, he added, "We're just trying to put the pieces together."

Tanya nodded, so Ben cleared his throat and said, "Angela and I aren't able to have children of our own, so we decided to adopt. Twenty months ago, we received a call from the adoption agency that we applied through that a baby had been found in a dumpster in Mercer Island. Thankfully, other than being a little cold and dirty, she was healthy. Angela and I took emergency custody and began the adoption process, which was finalized a year ago. We did everything by the book, Detectives."

"We're not suggesting otherwise," Jasper assured him. "You said she was found in Mercer Island? Did she have the bear with her?"

"Yes, whoever put her in the dumpster put her and the bear inside a duffle bag and zipped it up. It was a miracle she was even found," Angela explained. "Why is her bear so important?"

"When Bella Swan was kidnapped, one of the only items that she managed to take with her, was her teddy bear. She called him Blue," Jasper explained.

"And you think this man who kidnapped her tossed Vanessa into the trash?" Angela asked, hugging the toddler closer to her chest. "Why would he do that?"

"We don't know," Jasper admitted. "This hadn't been made public knowledge yet, so I am trusting that you won't let this leak, but we've arrested the man we know is responsible for Bella's kidnapping and her parents' murders, as well as abandoning Vanessa, but we don't have solid forensic evidence that links him to what he did to that girl. And I know this is a lot to ask, but we need your help."

"You want her DNA, don't you?" Ben asked, sliding closer to his wife and daughter.

"We do," Jasper confessed. "Men like this, Mr. Cheney, aren't the kind of men you want walking the streets. He's very dangerous, and if we don't stop him now, we may never be able to."

Ben and Angela looked at one another before turning to Tanya, who shrugged her shoulders and said, "It's your decision. You haven't broken any laws, but you need to understand that if Vanessa is the child they are looking for, it could open a can of worms that you're not prepared to handle."

"Bella Swan deserves better than what she'd been through." Jasper pulled his phone out of his pocket, scrolled through his pictures until he found one of her. "I took this the night we found her," he said, turning his phone and holding it toward them.

Ben and Angela cringed.

"She couldn't even tell us her name," Jasper continued. "She'd forgotten who she was because he has spent the last eight years telling her that she was nothing, a nobody. Eight years of being told she didn't matter, that she was stupid and ugly and nothing. He brutalized her every day because he wanted to. But you know what?" He smiled and looked from Ben and Angela to baby Hope. "She knows exactly how many days have passed since he stole her daughter from her. She didn't even know how old she was, but she knows it's been six hundred and eighty-seven days since she last got to hold her baby. I'm begging you to help us help her, help us stop this man from ever hurting her again."

Ben turned to Angela, who snuggled the little girl against her before she nodded. "Okay," he said, softly. "We'll help you."

"Thank you," Jasper murmured, standing up and hurrying out to his truck, coming back in a few minutes later with a Q-Tip and an evidence bag. He pulled on a pair of gloves before using the swab inside Vanessa's mouth, who pulled away from him. "I'm sorry, honey."

Once he had the sample, he sealed the bag and handed it to Garrett and then looked up at Ben and Angela. "Thank you. I know it was a lot to ask."

"Yeah, it was," Angela murmured, before standing with Vanessa in her arms and carrying her upstairs.

Jasper and Garrett headed outside, climbing inside his truck. "You know we just tore their world apart, don't you?"

"I do," Garrett admitted. "We can add them to list of people Sam Uley has hurt."

"Let's hope they're the last."

—SfH—

Garrett walked back into the station house behind Cullen and headed straight for the lab with their sample from Baby Vanessa. He, like Cullen, knew if that little girl turned out to be their missing baby, they had just made life for Ben and Angela Cheney very difficult. Bella Swan would never just let her baby go, and he didn't blame her.

"Captain Mitchell, can I have a word?"

Sighing, he and Cullen stopped and looked back at Yorke, who was hurrying down the hallway. "If it's more bullshit about how you did the best you could, then you can fuck off. We real cops have a man to put in prison, seeing as you didn't so shit to stop him when he raped Leah Clearwater and Emily Young in your fucking backyard."

Garrett and Cullen turned and started to walk away, but stopped when Yorke said, "We believe we have identified our Jane Doe in Bainbridge Island."

Garrett and Cullen shared a look before they turned and faced him. "Who is she?"

"We don't have a name for her," he said, and when Garrett and Cullen turned to walk away, he said, "A young girl, age twelve, named Victoria Green disappeared outside of Salt Lake City, Utah about a year after Jared and Claire Uley were kicked off of the reservation. Four years later, her body was found on the side of a road. Medical Examiner said she had given birth just hours before her death, though they were never able to match her to any abandoned babies. Her DNA is a maternal match to your Jane Doe."

"So Victoria is the girl's mother, but who is her father? Any match to Uley?"

"We don't have any DNA from Jared Uley. I was hoping that maybe Sam Uley could be of help," Yorke said almost smirking, which just pissed Garrett even more. Smirking because he did his job?

"Hmm, let's hope," Garrett snarled. "Maybe you're not useless after all."

Garrett grabbed Jasper's arm and dragged him away. They stopped outside the interrogation room holding Sam Uley, watching as Yorke sulked away like the pathetic son-of-a-bitch he was.

"How are we going to compel Uley to give us his DNA?" Garrett asked.

"Beat it out of him?" Cullen suggested.

"Tempting," Garrett laughed and turned and placed his hand against the wall. "He hasn't eaten or drank anything since he's been here. Suppose we could yank the hair out of his head, but a judge will throw that out before we even say a word."

"What about the wound on his leg?" Cullen suggested. "Probably needs a bandage change, don't you think?"

Garrett pressed his lips together and nodded. "Gotta keep his wound from getting infected, don't we?"

"It's the responsible thing to do."

"Let's get a tech up here," Garrett said.

Half an hour later, their tech arrived, and together they led the young man into the room. Sam Uley was leaned back in chair, his arms folded in front of his chest, and a confident smirk on his lips. His dark hair was messy and there was bruising along the side of his jaw, under his eyes, and his lip was busted. James Swan gave him a beating.

"Stand up," Cullen growled, and when Sam Uley remained seated, he grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet, slamming him against the table. "I said stand up."

Garrett grabbed Cullen by the shoulder, pulling him backward.

Sam looked between the two men and to the tech, a smile creeping over his lips. "Who's your friend?"

"A medic," Garrett lied, grabbing his thigh and pressing his leg against the table. "Figured we'd do the decent thing and check your wound. Wouldn't want you to get gangrene and lose your leg, would we? Then you couldn't abduct and torture little girls anymore."

Sam grinned, but didn't say anything else, and Garrett resisted the urge to beat the truth out of him. But he resisted. Getting the DNA they needed to match Sam Uley to Baby Hope/Vanessa was their mission. So, instead, Cullen and Garrett hold Sam Uley against the table while the tech managed to change his bandage, which thankfully was covered in blood from where James Swan shot him. As they threw Sam Uley back into his chair and left him locked into the interrogation room, Garrett hoped they hadn't ruined Ben and Angela Cheney's lives over nothing.

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