Baby Battalion by Miles Cassie

Author:Miles, Cassie [Miles, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Tags: Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-12-05T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Tess stood in the middle of her living room, shocked and angry. Slowly, she turned in a circle. Everywhere she looked was another example of heedless destruction. She really didn’t mind that the sofa cushions had been slashed. Replacing that piece of furniture had been on her agenda. But she hated to see her cherished mementos scattered and broken.

These intruders, these vandals, these monsters had attacked her Christmas tree. The poor thing lay on its side with the multicolored lights blinking sadly through the tinsel. The ornaments were strewn about. The angel that topped the tree had lost her halo and her wings.

She had pleasant memories attached to some of the decorations. But none had great monetary value. Nor were they irreplaceable. The damage was senseless, which made it even more infuriating.

Turning her back on the tree, she went toward the rolltop desk. The photograph of her and Joe in the Bahamas had been torn from the wall. She bent her knees and picked it up. The glass was shattered as though the intruders had stomped on it with heavy boots.

The glass could be replaced. Most of the damage could be repaired, but she would never forget how she felt in this moment. Vicious strangers had violated her home. Any doubts she had about being the intended victim were gone.

Nolan stood beside her. “I have to ask you not to touch anything. There might be fingerprints or trace evidence.”

“Did you call the police?”

“The CIA,” he said. “Omar Harris and a forensic team are on their way. They have access to the best labs in the country. They’ll find who did this.”

“Thank God I didn’t bring Joey home.”

“I’ll get everything put back together before he sees it,” Nolan said. “I promise you that.”

She gently placed the broken picture frame on the rolltop desk. “What were they looking for?”

“I don’t know.”

When she took a step, glass crunched under her boot heel. She didn’t want to mess up the possible evidence, but this was her house. The idea of having Omar and a team of CIA specialists pawing through her things was only slightly less disturbing than the original assault.

Looking down the hallway, she clenched her jaw. “How bad are the bedrooms?”

“Torn up,” Nolan said. “Not much is broken.”

“I need to get a few things for me and Joey. If that’s a problem for the CIA, I don’t give a damn.”

He didn’t object. “Take whatever you need. I’ll help.”

In the bedroom, her clothing had been rifled through and dumped on the floor. The mattress on the king-size bed she’d once shared with her husband had been tossed off the box springs. She reached under the bed and grasped the edge of a black plastic garbage bag which she pulled out.

Immediately, she looked inside. “I’m glad they didn’t find this.”

“What is it?”

“Joey’s Christmas presents. And there’s a two-wheel bike with training wheels in the garage.” She lifted her chin. “I’m taking these things with me.”

“No argument.”

Soarez came into the room with another big plastic bag.

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