“I’m not.” He showed her his phone. “I’m looking at the dossier Ken sent us. It lists all the known addresses for Fawny and Henry. We’ll start there.”
“Can’t we justaskFawny where Hannah is?” Emily asked.
Joaquin harshly laughed. “We could, but last we saw her, FHP was fishing her out of a canal alongside Krome Avenue.”
Emily’s eyes widened. “What? She’sdead?”
“No,” Dewi wearily said. “She’s not dead, either. Nobody’s dead.”
Yet.
Although killing Henry and Fawny were starting to creep closer toward the top of Dewi’s list of preferred options just because of the sheer amount of aggravation they were causing her today.
Certainly were topping the list of extreeeemely satisfying albeit unviable options.
“Dewi ordered her to scream she wanted to kill herself and jump in and swim to the other side of the canal,” Joaquin explained. “To draw the attention of the cops so we could get out of there with minimal contact.”
“Before we do anything else, I have to pee,” Dewi said. “Joaquin, search the car and meet us inside.”
He did, found nothing else of note, and brought in the diaper bag that was on the backseat. It turned out that wasn’t Emily’s either, and Fawny had snatched Emily’s diaper bag that morning. Meanwhile, Emily changed the baby, who needed it, and fortunately there was powdered formula in the diaper bag so she could make him a bottle.
“I’ll go look at the registration slip on the car,” Dewi said. “Let’s start there. Make sure this damned thing isn’t stolen or registered to anyone else first.” She headed out and rummaged around in the glovebox. There, she found the paper, double-checked it against the license plate and the car’s VIN number to make sure it was legit, and then pulled out her phone to compare it to the dossier.
“Found it,” Dewi said when she returned to the apartment. “Matches the most recent address Ken has for Fawny.”
“What about this baby?” Emily asked.
Dewi winced.Beck will never let me live this down.
Worse, he’d probably never let Ken live it down, either.
Hell, no one would let her live it down.
Dewi stared at the diapered bane of her existence. “We’ll leave him here with you for now. I don’t want to risk him getting hurt. When we figure out who he is and where he’s supposed to be, then we’ll deal with him.” She took a couple of pictures of him, and his diaper bag, so she’d have them for reference.
Joaquin held up his phone. “I’ll let Ken know—”
“Don’t youdare,” Dewi growled.
“But I have to—”
“No! I called him on the way over and told him it was done. There’s no reason yet to tell him otherwise. Or anyone else,” she added.
“You lied to him?” he asked.
“No! Ithoughtweweredone! You were standingrightnext to me when I learned at the same time you did that we grabbed the wrong baby.”
Joaquin glared at her. “What if we need Ken’s help?”
“ThenI’ll tell him. But we alreadyhaveinformation. We’ll go to Fawny’s first.”
“What do I tell my parents?” Emily asked. “I called them and told them you got her back.”
“Nothing,” Dewi said. “You don’t call them or text them and you don’t tell themanythingyet. Let them think she’s home safe. Your parents will calm down and hopefully your dad’s homicidal rage will ease up. And he’ll slow his roll getting down here and that buys us some time.”
They headed out in the Saleen after backing Fawny’s car into a parking space down the lot away from Emily’s apartment, just in case it had ended up on law enforcement’s radar, but they left the keys with Emily. Dewi drove as Joaquin navigated and looked through the confiscated phones for info. Meanwhile, Emily texted them recent pics of Hannah, as well as a description of the outfit she’d been wearing that morning and what her diaper bag looked like.
“There’s a thread in Fawny’s phone from last night and early this morning between Fawny and someone she has listed in her contacts as ‘Super-D.’ Talking about a baby.” His face scrunched up. “Based on the context, I’m not even sure Iwantto know what the nickname stands for.”
