Jess had already called Fergus Cagle three times and gotten his voice mail. Certainly his phone could have died on him. It had happened to her a time or two. He could have damaged it in the field. She’d endured one of those uh-ohs as well. Or, the man could just be avoiding her because he had taken Janey Higginbotham and he knew Jess was on to him. Whatever the reason, she intended to find him and she would save that little girl. She had studied the remains of a child the last time she ever wanted to. She closed her eyes a moment and imagined that Dan’s arms were still around her. He’d known exactly what she needed, no matter that they’d been right there in public for all to see. No getting distracted, Jess. If she stayed on task with this investigation she wouldn’t have the time or opportunity to think about the other. She couldn’t think about it. Not right now. It was difficult enough to look at all those pictures of those precious little girls and not wonder if she was pregnant and what hers and Dan’s child might look like.
