The Soulless: Fingerprints

Chapter 3

We arrived at Tracey's house.

Brayden knocked on the door three times and we waited awkwardly at the door.

"Hello?" a tall and chunky Mexican man said.

"Detective Griffin," I said as I pulled out my badge and showed him. "Are you Tracey Berkshire's adopted father?"

"Yes, what is this about?"

"Your daughter was kidnapped about forty five minutes ago, by her birth mom."

"What? Where is Renée?"

"Your wife?"

"Yes!"

"She is at the birth mothers apartment. Do you know where they are?"

"Yes yes! Let me get the paper,"

Seconds later he was back at the door with an address on it.

"Thank you," Brayden thanked.

I got in the car and put the keys in the ignition.

"So she is female, about thirty years old." I stated. "Brayden, call Emily, our hacker. She's not a hacker but that's what we call her."

He called her and she answered immediately.

"Perfection at your service!" she sang. I could hear her wheeling around in her office chair.

"Emily we don't have time to mess around!"

"Sorry Agent Griffin."

"Rose,"

"Sorry Rose, what do you need?"

"Look up Tracey Berkshire."

I heard typing and then a few clicks. "Tracey Berkshire. Twelve, adopted?"

"Ding ding ding, Emily. Who is on the signature on her birth certificate?"

"Um..." I heard more clicks, "Alicia Carter. She's a widow, she had twins, but one of her twins died. She originally wanted a boy but the boy twin died, she got depressed, was in rehab for a while, then she finally got out and they put Tracey up for adoption."

"Perfect Emily! Your the best! Try to get the team to ask around her neighbor. Thanks Em."

Brayden hung up. As soon as he ended the call we arrived at the house.

I knocked on the door. "FBI! Open up!" I knocked again. Nobody opened so I had Brayden kick the door out.

I grabbed my gun and held it out and away from me as I swiftly walked through the house.

"Clear! Brayden yelled.

"Clear!" I called.

We checked every room and then went back to the living room where Tracey's mom sat, unconscious on the couch.

I checked her pulse and felt slow and steady beats.

"Call an ambulance." I ordered.

Minutes later an ambulance was taking Mrs. Berkshire out on a gurney.

"Call Mr.Berkshire once you arrive at the hospital," Brayden demanded.

I couldn't help but admire him. He was brave, demanding, and didn't show an ounce of fear, even though this was his first mission.

I hadn't realized I was staring at him till he spoke up. "What are you looking at?" he laughed.

"Nothing." I broke out of my stare.

"Wanna go grab some lunch?"

"Yeah sure, you can drive and pick it out,"

"Sweet!"

We hopped in the car and he drove us to a diner at least thirty minutes away.

"Table for two," he said to the hostess as we walked in. She walked us to a booth and handed us two menus.

"Hmm... the rib-eye looks good,"

"Why not go for a salad, chubs." I laughed.

"Please,"

The waitress came minutes after.

"Um, I'll take a Shirley temple and the chicken Caesar salad." I ordered.

"I'll take a milk shake and the rib-eye." Brayden ordered.

Minutes later the food arrived.

"So what's the worst case you've ever experienced?" Brayden asked.

That was tough. There was the man slaughter in that one bar. No, not that.

The time where the entire park got poisoned, including Lilly. Nope, not that either.

"I'd have to say the time I had to ride like almost twenty miles, got in a fight with a fifty year old pedophile who had stolen a little girl and then heroically

found her and was named a child hero."

His eyes were wide open. I laughed at him. Suddenly screams filled the diner. Someone was choking.

Brayden pushed his way through the crowd and did the Heimlich maneuver.

The mother of the boy who was choking thanked him greatly right before they rushed him home.

"Can you stop?" I laughed.

"What?" he asked.

"Being a hero! I've been in this team for six years and your already showing me up!"

"It's not my fault I'm epic."

"Have you worked on your handcuffing skills lately?"

"Handcuffing skills?"

"Yeah!" I said with an evil grin on my face as I pulled out my handcuffs.

His eyes widened and he sprinted out the door. I followed behind. But when I got out, he was already gone.

I was just about to sit on the steps when somebody jumped out and grabbed me.

"You were saying?" he laughed.

"Ugh," I sighed. He rolled so that he was on top of me. "I do have a tazer..."

He immediately got off of me.

My phone rang. "Hodge whataya have?"

"I found the location, the only thing is, how do we get up there?"

I got into the car, pondering about what he was talking about.

We arrived by hodge and the team.

"Where is it?" I asked.

"We tracked the phone call to this spot. But we can't find the door, or the phone."

"Get me a metal detector."

I'm NOT going to give up until I find that girl.