Back in Cassie's apartment, she and Angel sat in her bedroom, with Angel at the desk typing and searching Google while she sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her altar with incense burning. Eyes closed, Cassie meditated and pulled on the power she knew, sending out silent pleas for help across the ley lines connecting around the world and to other covens and mystical beings. She hoped that at least one or two would have insight into who Bible was. Meanwhile, Angel had over two dozen web pages up, looking up records of kidnapped children, both lost and rescued. He saw many of them were credited to him, and it helped him feel a little better about his successes versus the ones he'd failed or never had the chance to help. Pushing his emotions into a box, his eyes darted over the various texts and files that he could pull up, trying to find any connection or lead. He also had multiple chat boxes up on Discord, searching crime and mystery sections to see if he could find any leads through them.
"Ya know?" Angel asked in a rhetorical voice and yet hoped Cassie would respond anyway. He needed to vent.
"Yes?" Cassie's soft voice sounded exhausted.
He turned, stretching his arms above his head, and let out a frustrating breath, "For all the world that the internet holds, I'm finding next to nothing about Bible. How about you?"
"Same. I was hoping my sisters around the world might have heard or known of anyone that was affected by Bible, but so far? Zip. Do you want me to take over on the radios? I do have contacts from my days in the service in communications."
"Yeah. I need to get a bite to eat and clear my head before meeting Amanda in a bit. But I was thinking. I'm getting a gut feeling that Bible has connections high up, and that's why we can't find anything on the net. It's getting erased."
"Shit!" Cassie cursed. "If that is the case, then this is significantly more serious than anything we've faced before. Are you going to bring this up with Amanda?"
"Yes. If she can get me into the system another way, maybe I can dig things up from inside."
"Okay, go and get us both something to eat. I'll call up some contacts."
Angel stood and stepped aside for Cassie to plop into the chair and flick some switches on her radios, warming them up. He walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen when his earpiece buzzed, "Charlie to Angel. Do you copy? Over."
Angel allowed himself a small smile at Charlie's enthusiasm to use proper lingo. Pressing the talk button on his radio, he answered, "Go ahead. Over."
Charlie explained her current status, and he advised her on what to do next and to be careful. When they'd finished, Angel felt very proud of Charlie's professionalism. She'd come such a long way from the first night. Going to the fridge, he pulled it open, scooped up a bowl of leftover jambalaya, and placed it on the kitchen counter. Fixing up a plate for himself and Cassie, he heated the plates in the microwave and took hers to her. Returning to the kitchen, Angel sat at the table and ate while searching on his cell phone for any leads he could think of while he waited for six o'clock to roll around.