Welcome to the Cassadines: Book II of Kismet

Chapter Seven

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"I need a favor," Keesha said upon entering Frisco's office.

"What kind of favor?" he asked. He pointed to a vacant chair in silent invitation for her to sit. "Is this work related?"

She shrugged. "More or less. Mostly, it's personal."

Frisco leaned back in his chair and waited.

Using the Bureau for personal crusades was a big no-no, but Keesha couldn't see another way around it. Stefan needed her, and although he hadn't asked, she thought this was the best way to help him.

"Have you seen the news?" she asked.

"Not since this morning before I came here," he answered. "I had the meeting with Dawn and the rest of the time has spent reviewing case files and boring paperwork." He leaned forward. "You're clearly agitated. Just tell me what you need. I'll try to help if I can."

"Sabrina DeLane has been abducted from her home," Keesha began. "Stefan is beside himself and the police don't have a clue. I thought maybe we could help."

"We, as in the WSB?"

She nodded. "I know this highly irregular, and I may be out of line in asking this because of my relationship with Stefan, but Frisco... They tore up her apartment and poured pig and cow blood all over the place! We have to do something!"

A frown creased his brow. "Pig and cow blood? Was it found in the bedroom?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

Frisco didn't answer immediately. He turned to his computer and tapped the keyboard in rapid strokes. His eyes scanned the screen and then almost abruptly, he turned his attention back to her. "Cases with the same MO have been cropping up in Europe. Come look at this."

Keesha moved behind his desk and squatted beside his chair. The monitor presented a plethora of data. There were ten abductions listed and each of them mentioned animal blood found in the bedroom. The list had been compiled over the last ten months. Sabrina's abduction marked the eleventh in so many months. What did it all mean?

"It looks like some serial psycho is out there. What do the victims have in common?"

"Nothing, so far," Frisco replied. "The England office was lending their services to the investigation. Now, that we've had the same occurrence on American soil, I can't see how there'd be a problem with us offering our assistance over here."

Keesha stood. "Thanks."

Frisco shook his head. "There's no need for thanks. Just find the asshole." He pushed a button and his printer buzzed to life. In less than thirty seconds, a stack of documents filled the paper tray. He grabbed them and handed the stack to Keesha. "This will get you up to speed. Jagger had been assigned to be Dawn's instructor. I'll pull him from that. You and he can partner up again."

Keesha hugged the papers to her chest. "What about Dawn's training? I prefer to work with Jagger, but if he's teaching her..."

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of Dawn."

Her eyes widened. "You? I thought you had your fill of playing teacher."

Averting his gaze to his desk, he shrugged. "When I find a worthy applicant, I make the time. I'll notify Jagger and you both can get started immediately."

~*~

Dawn heard the news about Sabrina's abduction while driving home from the WSB warehouse. She grabbed her cellular and punched in Nikolas' number. When he didn't answer after the sixth time she pushed redial, she became very worried. There were a number of places he could be, but she took a chance on going to his cottage. He loved his horse. Maybe he'd been riding all morning and forgot to take his phone. It happened before. As she pulled down the long road that led to the two-story hideaway, she hoped it had happened again.