Klein explained. “I’ve tried to keep it quiet because I didn’t want the press everywhere. But this will get out, Caruso.” “I don’t care about the press and me. I care about finding the little girl. What’s her name?” “Jessica Blake. She’s seven.” Klein blew out a breath. “Parents put her to bed at eight thirty. Dad thought he heard something around eleven but didn’t come check until eleven thirty. He found the note.” “Entry?” Jack asked. Klein walked into the kitchen. “Lock picked. Lab tech is en route for prints.” He pointed at the kitchen door. “He came in through here, walked down the hall, grabbed the little girl, and left the same way. This was bold. It was dark but still warm; people were out and about.” Brinna returned to the bedroom. Jack and Klein followed. “Anyone see anything —cars, anything?” she asked while her eyes scanned the little girl’s room, decorated in pink flowers with dolls and mermaids neatly placed on shelves on the walls.
