The Target (FBI Series) by Coulter Catherine

Author:Coulter, Catherine [Coulter, Catherine]
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group
Published: 1999-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

D R . Loo looked at Emma’s new piano, fresh out of its box. She plunked a couple of keys. She smiled. “Do you know how to play ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’?”

“Yes, Dr. Loo. But it’s been a long time.”

Ramsey grinned at Emma. “Why don’t you give her the theme and some variations, Emma?”

Emma gave him a small smile before she looked down at her new piano. The finish was so glossy she could see her face in it. She swallowed hard. She laid one finger gently over F. She didn’t press the key down. Slowly, she turned to Dr. Loo. “I’m sorry, but I can’t play right now. It doesn’t feel right. My old piano just died.”

Ramsey thought he’d cry. Oh, shit. He beat Molly to it. He picked Emma up, leaving the piano on the small table, and gathered her to his chest. “You’re right, sweetheart. You need to mourn your old piano for a while. Dr. Loo can hear you play on your next visit.”

Dr. Loo, who’d heard from Molly exactly what had happened, didn’t mention the violent death of Emma’s father. Rather, she said, “Mason Lord sent an artist over, Emma. We would like you to describe that man who kidnapped you, that same man you saw look in your bedroom window at your grandfather’s house. Can you do that?”

Emma looked worried, then, slowly, she nodded. “I can try, Dr. Loo.”

An elderly bald man was shown into Dr. Loo’s office by the receptionist. His name was Raymond Block and he’d been a police artist for twenty-seven years. “Don’t worry,” he said to all of them. “I’ve worked with children all my career.” Then he sat down beside Emma and opened his drawing pad.

“Are you ready, Emma? No, wait a moment, Mr. Block. I need to scratch inside my cast.”

Dr. Loo didn’t leave them until it was done. It took Mr. Block forty-five minutes of drawing, erasing, widening, elongating, more drawing, more erasing. Finally, Emma said, “That’s him.”

Mr. Block turned the drawing so that Dr. Loo, Ramsey, and Molly could see it.

“Oh, dear,” Molly said, staring at the excellent drawing. “Are you sure that’s the man you saw at the window, Emma? The man who kidnapped you?”

“Yes, he was the man who stole me. And then he came back and he smiled at me through the window.”

Ramsey just shook his head back and forth, quelling a weird desire to laugh and cry at the same time. “Well, this fellow isn’t any pool man who works down the street from your house in Denver, Molly. No, I think he resembles someone who lives in a much more prestigious place.”

It was an excellent rendering of President Clinton, only he had very bad teeth.

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