Mary, Mary

Chapter 96

“YOUR CHILDREN?” I asked, somewhat confused, but going along with what she'd said.

“Do you know where they are?” Her voice was wavery but her energy had increased quite a bit already “No, I don't,” I answered truthfully “I can look into it. I'll need some more information from you.”

“Go ahead. I'll tell you what you need to know They're too young to be on their own.”

“How many children do you have?” I asked her.

She seemed dumbfounded by the question. “Three. Don't you already know?”

I took out my pad. “How old are they, Mary?”

“Brendan's eight, Ashley's five, and Adam's eleven months.” She spoke haltingly while I wrote it all down.

Eleven months?

It was certainly possible she had given birth a year ago, but somehow, 1 doubted it very much.

I checked the ages to be sure about what she'd said. “Eight, five, eleven months?”

Mary nodded. “Thats right.”

“And how old are you, Mary?”

For the first time, I saw anger show on her face. She balled her hands into hard fists, closed her eyes, and struggled to compose herself. What was this all about?

“I'm twenty-six, for God's sake. What difference does that make? Can we get back to my kids now?”

Twenty-six? Not even close. Wow. There it was. The first opening.

I looked at my notes; then I decided to take a little leap with her. “So Brendan, Ashley, and Adam live at home with you. Is that right?”

She nodded again. When I got something right, it seemed to calm her down tremendously Relief spread over her face, then seemed to continue down into her body “And were they home yesterday when I was there?”

She looked confused now, and the angeT that had ebbed away edged back. “You know they were, Agent Cross. You were right there. Why are you doing this?”

Her voice rose as she spoke. Her breath had gone shallow. “What have you people done with my children? Where are they right now? I need to see them. Right now.”

The door opened, and I held my hand up to the guard without taking my eyes off of Mary. It was obvious her pulse had quickened as the agitation seemed to take hold.

I took a calculated risk with her. “Mary” I said gently “there were no children in the house yesterday”

Her response was immediate, and extreme.

She sat bolt upright and screamed at me, her neck muscles straining. “Tell me what you've done with my children! Answer me this instant] V/here are my kids? Where are my kids?”

Steps sounded on the floor behind me, and I stood up so I could be the first one to reach her.

She was raving now, screaming over and over.

“Tell me! Why won't you tell me?” Now she had started to sob, and I felt sorry for her.

I slowly walked around the table. “Mary!” I shouted her name, but she was completely unresponsive to the sound of my voice, even to my movement toward her.

"Tell me where my kids are! Tell mel Tell me! Tell me! This instant!“”Mary I leaned over and took her by the shoulders, as gently as I could under the circumstances.

“Tell mel”

“Mary look at me! Please.”

That's when she went for my gun.