[Kate Reid 01.0 - 03.0] Unbound

by Robin Mahle

  “My treat.” Will walked alongside her now. “McDonalds?”

  “How about we just head to the cafeteria?” Her shoulder raised as it carried the weight of her duffle bag.

  Nick had put a call in to Kate, but it went straight to voicemail. The plan had been to have her to come down this evening and work with Agent Dwight Jameson on reviewing the new details they’d received from Metro.

  “You’re back?” Georgia stepped into the doorway of Nick’s office.

  “I am. And I see you are too?” Nick smiled at the welcomed sight. “How long you here for?”

  “Gotta fly out Monday morning, so it looks like I’m yours for three days.” She walked inside and glanced at the paperwork on his desk.

  “I’ve got some things I need to jump on right away. You mind if I call you later and we can go out and grab some dinner?”

  “Sure. Actually, why don’t you come over tonight? I’ll cook.” Georgia stood at the front of his desk, waiting for a reply.

  “That’d be great. I’ll give you a call later.”

  She nodded and turned to walk out of his office.

  “Hey,” Nick began. “Thanks for checking in on me.” He watched her continue on and admired her from the back.

  Before she left his view, a call came in on his cell phone and he was disappointed by the disruption, but on glancing at the caller ID, he realized he needed to take the call. “Kate. Thanks for getting back to me.”

  “Sorry for missing you earlier. How’s it going?” she asked.

  “Can you come in later? Do you have time?”

  “Yeah. I just finished with firearms training and so I’m free for the rest of the day. I was grabbing a late lunch with Caison, but we’re just about finished, so I can head up now if you’d like.”

  “Great. See you in a few.”

  It seemed like only minutes had passed when Kate appeared at his door.

  “Afternoon,” she said.

  “Shit.” Nick turned his wrist to check the time. “You got here quick. I completely lost track of time. Come in, please.”

  Kate dropped into the chair. “So, what do you need me to do?”

  Nick started rifling through the papers on his desk. He picked up the file Detective Moreno handed over as well as two others. “I’d like to find out what these three women have in common, besides the obvious ethnicity. Can you review these ASAP and get me something, anything we can cross-reference?”

  “Of course. I can get on this right away.” She stood up and turned to leave.

  “Hold up. How’d everything go today?”

  “Great. The firearms instructor said he wouldn’t ever want to piss me off.”

  Nick chuckled. “No, I don’t think he would. Let me know when you’re finished. I’ll catch up with you later.”

  “Thank you, Agent Scarborough.”

  Kate pulled up a chair at one of the empty desks in the bullpen. She could have gone home to do what Nick asked, but she preferred to be around the other agents. It made her feel like she was a part of something.

  She booted up the computer and logged into the FBI server. However, the files would need to be scanned in and so Kate headed toward the printer room. On her way there, she ran into Agent Jameson.

  “Hi, Kate, nice to see you.” He stood a full head and shoulders above her and was built like a brick chimneystack, square and thick.

  “Agent Jameson, good to see you too.”

  Jameson and Scarborough had been the last ones to see Marshall alive. She didn’t often run into him, but he sometimes worked closely with Nick and this was one of those times. It seemed there were reminders of her past everywhere.

  “I understand Scarborough gave you the profiles of the reported missing victims?”

  “He did. I was just getting ready to scan them in so I can start working on them.”

  “Good. I’m glad to be working with you again.”

  “Thank you, Agent Jameson. Same goes for me.”

  “Call me Dwight. I think we’ve known each other long enough to go by first names. I’ll see you later, Kate.”

  There were half a dozen printers and a few scanners inside the room. It might have been easier if she’d just taken a picture of each page and uploaded them, but she needed to be sure that the quality of the documents remained intact and couldn’t risk one single word being misread because the image was shoddy.

  The first document was loaded and it began to scan to the file on her computer. She peered out through the large picture window and into the corridor. Agent Myers was approaching and noticed Kate inside.

  Myers leaned in. “Hey. What’re you doing in here?”

  “Just scanning some files for Agent Scarborough. He asked me to take a look at a few things and draft a report.”

  Georgia’s brow creased. “What’s he got you working on?”

  “The sex trafficking case. He’s got me cross-referencing the profiles of some missing victims.”

  “I see. I guess I didn’t realize you were helping him out. In fact, I didn’t realize you’d been assigned a field office.”

  “Well, I haven’t officially and it’s only been a few days, but I’ve been able to juggle it so far. He’s not pushing me too hard.” Kate wanted to diffuse a situation that appeared to have evolved into one.

  “Okay, I’ll let you get to it, then. Good to see you, Kate.”

  “You too, Agent Myers.” While they occasionally went out socially, Kate never presumed to call her by any other name here and understood the chain of command.

  The files were scanned. Kate grabbed the folders and walked back to the desk. As she opened each one and began cataloging the dates of birth, locations, identifying markers, etc., she began to get a sense of déjà vu and half-expected Marshall to come strutting down the hall as he used to do to check up on her. She hadn’t done any real casework, and simulated exercises were not the same, since leaving the SDPD behind. Captain Hearn had offered her plenty of opportunity to stay, but in the end, he knew she couldn’t possibly. So now here she was, doing the same thing. And it felt good.

  Georgia set the dishtowel down at the sound of her doorbell and walked to the front door of her downtown apartment, only minutes from the field office. She was almost close enough to walk, or take the subway down one station.

  “Hey. Come on in.” She leaned in to kiss Nick as he entered.

  “Sorry I’m late. It took longer than I expected.”

  “That’s all right. I put the warmer on. Dinner will survive.” She turned again to the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”

  “Sure, that’d be great, thanks.”

  Georgia began to pour his favorite, Jack and Coke. Hers was Jim Beam and she didn’t mind pouring them each a double. She held the two drinks in her hand and walked over to him as he stood facing the enormous window. In the distance was the Washington Monument. It was a spectacular view and his own apartment paled in comparison. He was at a higher pay grade than Georgia, but she’d been left a fairly good sum of money after her father passed away a few years ago. She invested the money wisely.

  “Here you go, babe.” She handed him the highball glass.

  “Thanks.”

  “You want to sit down for a minute? The food will keep.”

  Nick took a seat on the edge of the stylish grey sofa sectional. He began to circle the rim of the glass with his finger.

  “You seem preoccupied,” Georgia said.

  He inhaled deeply and tilted his head. “Sorry. It’s just this case. I had Kate run a report for me earlier today. That’s part of the reason I’m so late. She’d just finished with it and brought it to me.”

  “I actually ran into her earlier and she mentioned she was helping you out with some research.” Georgia did her best to disguise her tone. She’d felt irritated that he had failed to mention the fact that Kate was working with him as if he was hiding it from her.

  “Anyway, there’s a suggestion that this could be crossing over into ot
her communities. Still mostly from immigrants of eastern and southeastern Europe, but I think we’re going to find it to be a much broader net.”

  “I am sorry to hear that. You sure that’s all this is about?” Georgia continued.

  Nick took to his feet and walked toward the glass doors that spanned nearly the entire distance of the room. He took in the view of the city lights.

  Georgia knew how much he loved his job, but she began to suspect that it was tearing down some of his defenses and in a way that might make him careless.

  He swallowed down the last of his drink. “Mind if I have another?”

  5

  The sun fell behind the trees and the skies turned the color of fire. Kate admired the beauty from the chair on her front porch and, for a moment, shed the images that still lingered in her mind from the day’s demanding task. Learning coping mechanisms helped her to stay focused on the case, rather than focus on the victims, and the Academy emphasized the importance of maintaining distance. Marshall, she once believed, had been the best at that. In the end, the discovery of who he really was only came after he was gone. It was a mistake that still chiseled away at her thoughts, but with the passage of time came perspective and so she tried to cut herself some slack.

  Her thoughts turned to Will Caison. He was very kind, but she suspected he felt slighted by the fact that Kate had been given an opportunity to work on what was becoming a very significant case. There were times when Kate did feel privileged; given opportunities for which most would sacrifice their right arms. And really, what had she done to deserve them? Nothing except having been a victim herself. It was a double-edged sword.

  Kate pulled the throw over her shoulders as the temperature lowered. She was still used to the warm southern California weather, but here, it seemed that early summer felt more like spring with its chilly night air. The lights inside the house began to glow through the windows as the outside darkened. Kate figured she should probably go inside, maybe fix a sandwich and settle in front of the television. She needed a break from the case, a break from her training, and a break from her own thoughts.

  Just as she pushed up from her white painted rocker, a glimmer of light sparked in the distance. The front drive was long and it appeared to have come from the end of it, near the mailbox. She stared at the spot, but it didn’t happen again. It was the second time she’d seen a sparkle of something and yet found nothing. “Now I’m starting to see things.” She shook her head and walked back inside, locking the deadbolt immediately.

  Maybe Nick had been right. Maybe she needed to talk to someone. Kate had hardly given herself a chance to recover from the life she left behind. Perhaps the flickers of light were her mind’s way of telling her that something was there, still flickering in her mind and she needed to see to it.

  Once back inside, Kate tucked her legs beneath her on the couch and watched TV. It didn’t matter what was showing; she wasn’t paying any attention to it. She’d have to get up early to get back into the field office tomorrow. Nick wanted to meet with her and Agent Jameson. It was the only day she could spend working entirely on his case. Sunday was her only day off from the Academy. Better to be working than sitting here in her empty home.

  Madlena’s father tried her cell phone again. Still no answer. It had been two days and he’d not seen or heard from his daughter. He didn’t know many of her friends, but those he was able to contact hadn’t seen her either. So far, his other daughter was unaware of her sister’s disappearance. Instead, he did what any father would do and shielded her from it—for now.

  “I need to call the police,” he told his friend, who’d come over last night to help look for her.

  “You can’t, Alek. They’ll send you and Marica home. Then what happens when Madlena returns?”

  “She’s never been gone this long. I don’t know what to do. I have to find my daughter.” Alek slammed his fists against the table in his small kitchen. “I knew what she was doing to get the money. I knew and did nothing about it. Nothing! We needed it for food and clothing. You know how hard it’s been.”

  “You can’t blame yourself.”

  “Who else is there to blame, then? Madlena is probably dead in some alley.” His face turned red and his eyes pooled with tears. He was a large man who was unaccustomed to feeling such pain. He’d lost his wife, but that was after his youngest was born, almost fifteen years ago. Not since then had his heart hurt so much. “Moja djevojčica.” My baby girl. “What can I do, my friend?”

  “We’ll find her. We’ll ask everyone we know, but Alek, you can’t go to the police.”

  Alek pulled open a drawer in the kitchen. “This is all I have.” He showed his friend a recent picture of Madlena. “We must go and find her now. I cannot live like this. What am I to tell Marica?” He grabbed his keys and walked to the front door. “Are you coming or am I on my own?”

  The two men began walking through the neighborhood in the north part of Richmond. Run down houses with boarded-up windows, power poles with lines hanging precariously low and cracked sidewalks with weeds and grass poking through. This was where Madlena called home. Alek and his friend walked up to each home that appeared occupied and knocked on the doors. They were greeted with mostly unfriendly people who had no desire to so much as look at the photograph Madlena’s father held in his hand. No one knew her, no one had seen her, at least, that was what they told him.

  Hours had passed and Alek needed to go home. His other daughter would be home soon from school and with Madlena missing, he didn’t want to leave her alone. “She’s gone.” His face was masked in anguish. “I have to tell the police. They’ll find her.”

  “No. You can’t, Alek.”

  “I won’t just sit here and do nothing.”

  “Then let me go. I’ll call and I’ll be anonymous. It’s the only way. You have to see that. They’ll have her description and when she went missing. Will you let me do that?”

  Alek looked at his friend, another expatriate who understood their options were limited. “Okay. Okay, thank you, my friend.”

  The task of filing the updates that would be sent to the multiple jurisdictions already involved in the investigation had been handed off to Kate. She’d spent the better part of the morning on the assignment.

  Nick began to approach her and stopped short when he got a call. He raised his index finger, indicating he’d be just a moment. “Agent Scarborough here.” A brief pause before he continued. “Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you.”

  When Nick started toward her again, Kate noticed a change in his appearance. Whoever had been on the other end of that call had revealed some upsetting news. She looked at him with anticipation.

  “That was Moreno. He got a call from Richmond PD. You want to drive down there with me? It’s a long way, at least an hour and half, probably more. They got someone in custody they think could be a link to James Corbett.”

  “Of course. I haven’t finished with the reports yet.”

  “They can wait, or better yet, see if you can get Vasquez to finish them. We need to get down there and talk to this person.”

  She’d compiled the information and asked Agent Vasquez for the favor.

  “Reid, we’re leaving. Get your things.” Nick pulled on his suit jacket and reached for his keys, which rested on his desk.

  Once they reached the garage, Nick began, “We’re heading into the north side of Richmond. That’s where the girl turned up at the police station.” He pressed the remote, unlocking his Infiniti SUV.

  Kate slid into the passenger side, onto the camel-colored supple leather seat. She knew Nick’s career extended twelve years and his choice of vehicles was proof that longevity in the FBI must pay well. “And so you got the call because she gave a description that matched James Corbett?”

  “Moreno did and he called me. Now, I have to warn you, this isn’t exactly a good part of town we’re heading into.”

  “I can handle it.” Kate buckled her sea
tbelt.

  “Just giving you a heads up.” He turned the ignition and pulled out of the parking garage.

  They’d made it in just under two hours. There were flights, but it would have taken just as long, and Nick wanted to get down there as quickly as possible.

  As they neared the local precinct, Kate began to realize that he wasn’t exaggerating with regards to this being a shady part of town. She hadn’t traveled much apart from her small rented house in Woodbridge to the Academy to the FBI field office. So, coming into this part of Richmond was nothing like she would have expected. Run down houses, several abandoned. People standing on corners looking suspicious at the sight of them rolling along their street. No matter what one’s political party affiliation, Kate was becoming convinced with each passing derelict home that the poor were not living a life of leisure on the welfare system and seemed to in fact be becoming even poorer. And she’d seen her share of down and out neighborhoods in San Diego. This was infinitely worse.

  The station was just ahead about two more blocks. It would have been impossible for them to stand out any more than they already did. The sleek, silver luxury SUV flashed by like some sort of neon dollar sign glowing in the night. And the stares of the local inhabitants were pretty hard to ignore.

  Nick pulled around to the back of the building, behind a gate where an officer stood watch. The man closed it again after they drove inside. “Come on.” Nick reached into the back seat and retrieved his laptop bag.

  Kate stepped outside into the warm and sticky air. She was used to humidity, but what usually accompanied it was a cool ocean breeze. There was no such breeze from any ocean or otherwise right now.

  A rear entrance was just in front of them and the officer who let them inside the gate unlocked and opened the reinforced steel door. Was this place Richmond, Virginia or Belfast, Ireland?

  “Detective Garrett? Special Agent Nick Scarborough and this is Agent-in-training, Kate Reid.” Nick extended his hand.