It was late Wednesday morning and still no word from Lacey or Crystal. Nick had given her the details. If Carol Johnson, alias Crystal Summers, could come up with information against any of the men involved in trafficking underage girls, the police would be forced to investigate. The feds would step in and once they were involved, the facts would be out in the open. Mary and Jimmy would be safe. Hopefully Nick, as well. Across the room, he checked his watch, his mood darkening with every passing minute. Jimmy was upstairs playing a game on his iPad, itching to get back to school, clearly as bored as Nick. Mary was trying to read a book, though the tedium of waiting seemed to be wearing on her, too. Samantha was sick to death of being an invalid. She was feeling perfectly normal again and coming to grips with what had occurred—the end of a pregnancy that was never meant to happen in the first place. Losing the baby still tugged at her heart, but she was learning to live with it. Life went on.
