“You wanna talk about it?”
“Yeah.Let me check on Kate first.”
Gage sipped his coffee and nodded.
With the kids continuing to tease each other, Travis headed for the stairs.He heard Kade shout, “See ya later, Pop-corn!”causing more giggles.Travis couldn’t hide his smile as he ascended the stairs slowly.
When he reached Kate’s door, he knocked and waited for her to invite him in.That was one of her new rules.Evidently, when you were almost eight, you’d earned the right to have people knock.Or so she’d told them.
“Who is it?”
“Me,” Travis answered.
“Come in.”
He opened the door, then leaned a shoulder against the jamb, watching his daughter as she sat in her bed with her journal in her lap.
“Whatcha workin’ on?”
She didn’t spare him a glance, just kept writing.“I’m writin’ down my dream.”
That had become her thing for the past few months.She claimed that it was important to write down dreams because they might come true if you did.Travis didn’t have the heart to tell her that wasn’t possible.Especially not since she continued to dream about her mother.According to his cousin, Piper, the psychiatrist, it was normal for children to hold onto hope, and writing in a journal was a positive way for Kate to process the loss of her mother.
“What’d you dream about?”
“Mommy,” she said simply.
“Did she talk to you this time?”
Kate nodded.“Uh-huh.”
“What did she say?”
His daughter looked up, her brown eyes serious when she said, “She told me to hang on a little while longer.”
“Hang on for what?”he asked.
Kate put her pen on the paper again and shrugged.“I don’t know.She didn’t say.”
Well, that wasn’t helpful.The good thing was that Kate had weekly sessions with Piper, so Travis knew she would be getting the help she needed to get through this difficult time.
“You wanna come down for breakfast?”
Still not looking at him, she said, “In a minute.”
“All right.”Travis turned to leave.
“Shut my door, Daddy-O!”
Smiling, Travis reached back and grabbed the doorknob, pulling the door closed.He headed back down to his first-floor office, mentally preparing to tell Gage that Brantley and Reese thought their wife was alive.
While Brantley got coffee, Reese headed intothe conference room and reviewed the timeline that Archer and Atticus had put together.He had to admit, there was a lot more information than he had initially anticipated.And not because he thought Archer and Atticus would slack off.
No, he honestly hadn’t thought there was that much information in the chaos that Holt had put together.Seeing it now, it told a fairly decent story, starting back when Meredith Prescott and Decker Bromwell crossed paths when he was in the ninth grade.It grew from there.They even had notes on the Adorites, including Samuel Adorite’s death.
What they didn’t have were Meredith’s whereabouts.If he were a betting man, Reese would say she was no longer sitting in that New York brownstone watching someone else’s kid.If there were a hint of truth to this theory, Meredith Prescott would’ve spent the past twenty years on the run, moving frequently to keep off the radar.Now would be no different.While Decker claimed to know where she was, Reese wasn’t sure that was the case anymore.Then again, if he did, the chances of him giving up her location were slim to none.
Which meant they needed to get a team on it soon.
