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The Journey to Love: Seaching For A Soulmate	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10: Leads
                The next morning found Sheldon waking up with a huge smile on his face. He kissed Derek Morgan the night before and it left him over the moon. He closed his eyes relishing the memories of the kiss and the conversation. Derek needs to work on his pickup lines. But if he and I are really feeling the chemistry that we think we feel, maybe he won’t need the lines anymore; he’ll have me. That thought made Sheldon smile even more as he got up to steal bathroom time before the ladies were awake.
                Derek was in disbelief at the fact that Sheldon let him kiss him. He didn’t seem the type to kiss on a first date, at least not like that. I loved kissing his neck. Must be a hot spot for him. The chemistry he was feeling had him thinking that perusing a relationship with Sheldon would be a good idea for him. He had already profiled him, even though their BAU rules say not to. The fact that Sheldon was just as interested in a relationship as Derek was, made the ultimate icing on the cake.
                The station was abuzz when the team arrived. Derek and Sheldon managed to share a secret kiss with their eyes from across the room. Today was going to be a busy day. Leads had started pouring in but many were useless. That was until Lydia Offen entered the station.
“Is Chief Grant available? I think I have some information on the person in the sketch.” The desk officer called Grant’s office and he and Hotch came to meet the woman.
“I hear you may have some information for us?”Grant asked.
“Yes, my name is Lydia Offen and I’ve seen the young man in the sketch. His name is Miles.” They led her to the conference room and introduced her to Reid, Garcia, Derek and Sheldon.
“Could you please tell us where you saw him?” Hotch asked.
“He and his father came into my shop to have something made.”
“And what to do you make?”
“My cousins and I own it together. We make tarps.” Sheldon and the agents collectively sighed at their first real lead, but were waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Most of our orders come from out of state. We’re rare because we can make them in all shapes and sizes and ship anywhere.”
“So Miles and his father came in recently to order a tarp?”
“Not recently, no. It’s been a year and a half.”And there was the other shoe. “I brought the invoice so you could see the order, in case you needed it.” She was handing it to Hotch when he pointed to Sheldon and he took it as he was wearing gloves to protect any evidence. He immediately scanned it for fingerprints as she talked to Hotch and the police Chief.
“A year and a half?”
“Yes. We get a lot of odd shaped tarps but this had to be the oddest yet. It was square, twenty-five feet long, twenty-five feet wide with a fifteen foot circle in the middle. He wanted the most durable material we had.”
“Did he say what he was going to use it for?”
“He said he and his wife were expecting to be taking care of a lot of children and they were making their basement into a large playroom. I think he said he was having a round toy box made.” As the fingerprint scanner was searching, Garcia was searching through the info on the invoice.
“Did you ever see his wife?”
“No every time he came to the shop the boy was always with them. Has either of them done something wrong? He is just the nicest man. He even threw some business our way.”
“How so?” Reid asked.
“Well, he recommended us to several painting companies in the Seattle area and some carnivals that needed some tents made.”
“Miles Wheatly’s name came up in the process of our investigation and we would just like to ask him a few questions.”
“I don’t know how current the address info is now.”
“It’s ok. This is the best lead we’ve had.” Grant said. “Ma’am, do you think you would be able to work with a sketch artist to describe Michael Wheatly? He may be able to help us find his son.”
“Sure.” He led her out of the conference room to where their resident sketch was.
“This has got to be the best lead.” Sheldon said.
“Anything on the scanner yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Garcia?” Hotch asked.
“Hope everybody had a good breakfast this morning. We got a lot to check out. Printing out last known address. And it’s not the one on the invoice. Current house is in his name only. No wife mentioned anywhere. This house was purchased five months ago. Printing realtor’s name. Bank records are showing checking, saving and mortgage account at the local bank.”
“That’s odd.” Reid said, looking over her shoulder at the screen.
“Other than what we already know?” Sheldon asked.
“There’s no employer listed for him. He has a line of credit at the bank, with current payments, but no job listed.” Sheldon was in thought as he looked through the latest stack of leads one of the officers had just laid on the table. Garcia was continuing to print out everything she could think of.
“Hey guys, I was just thinking about our victims. We still don’t have any hits in missing persons. I kept thinking yesterday that either they aren’t from this area or no one was looking for them. Suppose these kids weren’t just missing?”
“You mean missing months before the murders?” Reid asked.
“Yes. Lydia Offen said that the tarp was made over a year ago in anticipation of a large number of children staying in a house. What if these kids were kidnapped over a year ago and just now murdered?” He sat at his computer. “Let me see what we get if we change the timeline for all of the victims.”
“It makes sense why there would be no hits in missing persons. If they were missing for months the families probably had memorial services months ago for closure because the bodies have never been found.” Within seconds of him changing the missing dates, the pictures and names of their victims began popping up on the screen.
“Whoa.” Sheldon said. Hotch came and stood behind him. “There’s the basketball player, the college girl with the heart tattoo, the geeky kid, the two black girls…oh my God Hotch, there are faces we don’t have… haven’t seen in the morgue yet.”
“Reid, gather the team and Chiefs Grant and Glass.” Reid immediately ran out of the room. He and Sheldon stared at the screen in shock as the names and faces of all eleven found victims and ten others made themselves available.
“Sir, if we think that the eleven were kidnapped, kept and killed, where are these other ten? Are they still alive or are we looking for their bodies?” Garcia asked, with fear in her voice.
“I pray to God they are still alive and we can find them. But they’ve all been missing the same about of time. If they are alive, it may be a matter of days, hours even until he decides what to do with them.” Hotch sighed as the team and the Chiefs entered the room. He briefed them on the new information and passed out the assignments. Everyone was told under the strictest terms to not release any information to the public, no matter how important the lead might be.

Garcia and Reid were diving into the lives of the victims, to find commonalities between them, besides being missing for over a year. J.J. and Rossi headed to the reality office, Morgan and Prentiss the address on the invoice. Chief Grant and Hotch took the last known address and Chief Glass and one other officer headed to the bank. Sheldon stopped over at the lab to let the CSIs know the updates and to begin to officially match the evidence they had to bodies before going to the morgue to update Dr. Ivy.
2344 Miles Drive 8:39 a.m.
                Derek and Emily drove up to the house that was owned by Michael Wheatly until five months ago. Getting out they checked the neighborhood. The houses were cookie cutter; not expected in a rural looking area like this. Neither had ever seen a “neighborhood” with the houses so far apart. Derek estimated the house were at least twenty-five to thirty feet apart. They almost looked like cabins in the woods. The yard and porch looked neat and clean. It was quiet. Any children were probably in school. Em walked up the stairs and rang the bell. A few moments later, a skinny gentleman opened the door.
“Yes?”
“Good morning sir. I’m SSA Emily Prentiss and this is SSA Derek Morgan, we’re with the FBI.” They showed their credentials.
“I’m Philip Todd and this is my wife Allison and our daughter Denise.”
“Good morning.” Allison replied. She was holding a baby girl appearing to be about three months old.
“Morning Ma’am.” Derek answered. “Mr. and Mrs. Todd would you mind if we asked a few questions about the previous owners of this house?”
“Sure come in.” He said stepping aside, showing them the couch. “Can I get you anything Agents?”
“No thank you. We’re fine.” Em replied as they all sat down.
“Mr. Todd, do you know the previous owners of the house?”
“Yes, Michael Wheatley. We lived in a very tiny one-bedroom apartment and wanted to find a house to live in before our daughter was born. The house was listed with Heart and Homes Realty.”
“So you’ve been here five months?”
“Yes, we were still getting situated when I went into labor.”
“When you came to view the house, did you meet anyone else besides him? A wife, children maybe?” Derek inquired.
“No sir. Always just him. Although he mentioned his family and his wife. He said they had moved to a bigger house because they were going to be taking care of a lot of children unexpectedly.”
“Unexpectedly?”
“Yes, something about some family members were in a bad accident and the children didn’t have a place to stay.” Allison nodded.
“He said there would be about twelve of them. I just assumed they were cousins or nieces and nephews.” She said.
“Did he mention what kind of accident?” Derek asked.
“No. I’m not even sure if they all lived in Washington.”
“Did he tell you anything specific or special about the house?” asked Em.
“Well, there’s a shed out back. It’s kind if old and worn out. He warned us to be careful going in there because it might fall. I just haven’t had the time to do it. It’s going to be my summer project. I think I want to tear it down and clear it for a sitting area.” Philip said.
“Could you describe Mr. Wheatly, physically and behaviorally?” Derek asked.
“I guess he’s about six foot. Brown hair and eyes. He always looked like he had been doing dirty work, you know mechanic, lumberjack, something with dirt or grease. Although the clothes always looked clean. I guess there are some stains that don’t wash out well.” Allison said.
“When you say behaviorally you mean how he seemed?” Derek answered yes. “He was calm mostly. Sometimes he would look a little scared when we would go to certain rooms and definitely when he mentioned that shed out back.” Philip said.
“Would you mind showing us those rooms and the shed? We’d like to take a look at them.” Em said.
“Sure.” He replied. They followed him down a hallway. “Here’s the dining room. His eyes looked particular nervous when we looked in here.” The agents looked around for signs that people had been kidnapped. “He had just painted it when we toured the first time.”
“Derek.” Em pointed to small dents in the doorframe about the size of an average man’s knuckles. Derek nodded that he saw them. Any blood spatter would have been covered up by the paint. “The other rooms?”
“He said this was his study.” He said showing them the second room. Derek felt a shiver go down his spine. He had a bad feeling about this room. “It was empty when he showed it to us though. We decided to keep as a storage room until we get our new shed built.” Nothing looked out of place, but he had the feeling there was. The last room they saw was a guest bedroom. Emily noticed scratches on the side of the door facing the room and inside the closet, as if someone had tried to get out.
                Philip then took them outside to the shed. Allison stayed in the kitchen and looked out the back door, not wanting the baby to catch a cold in the damp weather. Now here is where the ill feelings really started. The shed seemed more like a small barn. There were two windows, high up toward the eaves. There were workbenches, old wooden planks, and various rusted items. Both agents felt the same thing they felt when they entered the club where the murders happened. Not a good thing.
Derek walked to one wall and looked closely at the dark spots on the wood. It looked like it could have been motor oil, weird paint splatter from a wood working project. But Derek’s first thought was blood. Someone had been tortured in this space. Em could see scratches made from something metal hitting wood. Like someone swung at something or someone and missed. She also saw teeth mark on wood.
“Derek…” She whispered, trailing off.
“Yeah, I know. I felt the same way at the club.” She raised her eyebrows in question at the blood spots on the wall. “Any DNA might be too degraded by the elements to match the victims.” He whispered back, turning to look at the opposite wall. “Mr. Todd you said you’ve never been in here right?”
“No sir I haven’t. This is the first time.” That meant his fingerprints wouldn’t be anywhere in there.
“Em…” he said, eyes pointing to a couple of axes on the wall.
“If they’re on that wall they’re not the murder weapon but the blood on then might be the same type as some of the victims. DNA might be degraded on there too.”
“But Dr. Ivy and Sheldon might be able to match slice and hash marks.” He pulled out his phone to call Hotch and tell him their discovery. After hanging up with him he talked to Mr. Todd. “Mr. Todd, I can’t comment on the case we’re working on but the axes and tools on the wall might be clues into what we’re looking for. Do we have your permission to take them?”
“Sure. I don’t mind. I have my own. Besides they’re too rusty for me.”
“We might have some CSIs come and take a look around for evidence, would that be ok with you as well?” Em asked.
“I guess. What would they be looking for?”
“Possible signs that people were abused and tortured here.” They watched as horror fell upon his face.
“Tortured? Here?” She nodded. “Well, I know this thing is definitely coming down now. I don’t even want to think about anything bad happening here.” He paused. “Would this have anything to do with those kids murdered in that club?”
“It’s possible. We’re still making connections.”
“Take what ever you need from this building. Allison and I will even move stuff around in the other rooms I showed you if they need to look for something to catch this bastard.” Derek nodded and called the Stacy the Lab Director and asked if she could send a CSI or two out to collect evidence from the shed. Hotch called him as soon as he got off the phone with her to let Derek know that a warrant was accompanying them. “Wait, do you think Mr. Wheatly had something to so with the murders?”
“We’re not sure. We are still collecting evidence.”

“I’d hate to think he was mixed up in something like this, but if he did, he needs to pay. I can’t imagine my little Denise ending up like those poor kids.”
Heart and Homes Realty 8:30 a.m.
                J.J. and Rossi entered the realtor’s office and were surprised to see quite a few people already sitting in the waiting room. A redheaded middle-aged woman came up to them and greeted them.
“Welcome to Heart and Homes Realty. I’m Kathy Collier. May I help you?”
“I’m SSA Rossi and this is SSA Jareau, we’re with the FBI.” He said, showing their credentials. “Do you have a few minutes; we’d like to ask you some questions about some houses your realty sold.”
“FBI, sure. Please come into my office.”
“There sure are a lot of people here this morning.” J.J. said as they followed her down the hall.
“Today is signing day for a lot of people. We sell houses here in the area and quite a few houses in Seattle.” She offered them two chairs as they entered her office. “What can I help you with agents?”
“Have you sold to or listed any houses for a Michael Wheatly?” Rossi asked.
“Oh yes. Six to be exact.” She turned to her computer and typed in his name. “The fist time we sold a house to him and his wife. That address is on Carter Lane. About three years after moving in, his mother died and he listed her house with us and we sold it for him. After his wife died, he felt the house was too big for him and his son so he listed and sold it. It sold fast too.” She scrolled down the page of his file. “We were doing apartment searches back then and it looks like we found them a small apartment. After a while he met someone and the bought the house on Miles Lane which he sold five months ago and bought the current house on Washington Avenue.”
“Could we get a print out of these transactions?”
“Absolutely.”
“You mentioned Mr. Wheatly’s wife dying. When was this?”
“Oh, Katrina died in 1997. Miles was just eight years old. Poor little guy. He and Michael were so lost without her.”
“Do you remember how she died?”
“Sadly I do; it was so tragic. She was pregnant with twins and was leaving the doctor’s office when a drunk driver hit her. Michael was at work and little Miles at school. She and those babies never had a chance. One twin died in the womb and they were able to get the second baby out. But she was too small to survive. And Katrina died on the table. She was so young, not even thirty.” She sighed. “Agents, we’re such a small community and a lot of stuff people see in the bigger cities just doesn’t happen here.”
“Did they ever catch the driver?” J.J. asked.
“Yes they did, Richard Memoir. But he walked because of a mix up in the chain of evidence.”
“Richard Memoir? The Richard Memoir?” Rossi asked.
“Yep it was him.”
“I’m not familiar with the name.” J.J. said.
“Richard Memoir and his family own Memoir Cameras. They used to make personal cameras like Polaroid and Kodak; they were fierce competition for them. Now they make cameras for photography places, medical cameras, traffic cameras and sell over seas. They also make those small digital cameras where you can add music and edit without the aid of a computer.” He explained.
“It was only fair that he paid them. Michael sued him and won 2 million in the civil suit. And Memoir set up a college fund for Miles.”
“Seems fair.” J.J. said.
“Let me go and get the print outs for you.” And she left the office.
“Well, this explains why there wasn’t an employer. Two million would take care of anybody if you managed the money properly.” Rossi said.
“Not to mention the selling of the houses that added to the bank accounts. We should call Sheldon. He and Dr. Ivy should look up the death certificates.” She stepped out to place the call. When Kathy returned, Rossi asked her about the second woman in Wheatly’s life.
“Her name is Rhonda. I have met her a few times. She seems nice.”
“Do you remember anything about her? Last name, children, occupation, and physical description?”
“I think her last name is Shaw. She’s about 5’6, slim, brunette. I saw her in scrubs once; I thought she might have been a nurse. I don’t know if she had any children. Although, the reason he bought this new house is because they were expecting to take care of some children. I think something may have happened to their family.” Rossi nodded as he put the notes in his pad.
“Thank you so much Mrs. Collier. You’ve been very helpful.”
“You’re welcome Agent Rossi. I didn’t even ask what this was all about. Are they in some kind of trouble?”
“We’re not sure at the moment. Their names have come up in our investigation and we just need to talk with them.”

“Well, if I can be of any more help, please let me know.” He stood; thanking her again, shook her hand, and met J.J. in the hall.
8: 45 Medical Examiner’s Office/Morgue
                Sheldon was showing Dr. Ivy the new information they discovered. They were able to completely identify all eleven victims in the morgue. The DNA machine finally spit out the profile panels and they were able to match DNA to the other missing victims from previous information, on paper anyway. Sheldon closely went over everything he could to try to find where the missing young people could be. He was coming up empty. He hated cases like these. At least there was evidence. Hotch had called to say the he needed Sheldon and the other CSIs to head over to the property on Miles and collect evidence on the shed. A warrant was going to accompany them even though they had the homeowner’s consent.
                As they arrived, he could see that Derek and Em were still there waiting for them. Sheldon let the young CSIs start collecting so he could talk with Derek for a few minutes.
“Hey.” Sheldon said.
“Hey yourself.” Derek replied, leaning forward to gently kiss Sheldon’s lips. He pulled back from it with a huge smile. “Busy day huh?”
“Yeah and getting busier by the minute. Anything in particular we’re looking for?”
“Not sure. Mainly trying to see if there is any blood evidence, maybe something to tell us where he has taken those kids.”
“I’ll see what I can find.” As he turned, Derek patted him on the behind. He smiled. “What’s that for?”
Derek shrugged. “Don’t know. Just felt like it.” He smiled and walked back to where Emily was standing.
“You two are too cute, you know that?”
“So I gathered. I’m really looking forward to getting to know him.”
“You sure you want a relationship now?”
“No time like the present. He’s smart, intelligent, kind, caring. Sexy. And I’m lonely.”
“So I gathered.” she said laughing.
                About an hour and half later the CSIs retreated from the barn with long faces. The elements had indeed degraded the majority of anything they found. They could confirm the presence of blood and semen but would not be able to match it to the victims or the Wheatlys. The axes on the wall would be useful in matching the type of wound. There were discarded handles from old shovels, brooms or mops that were covered in duct tape to add to the bluntness. They were obviously used to beat the victims. Sheldon thought he might be able to get a fingerprint from underneath the tape, on the handle itself. That was there biggest hope.
                They all left the barn and thanked the Todds for letting them search the property. The CSIs had already loaded what they could use in the van and had driven off. Sheldon was going to ride back with Em and Derek. As they rounded the cove to head back to the main street, they saw a figure trying to flag them down. It was a limping teenage girl, about sixteen years of age. Her hair was matted and dirty. She was covered in bruises and cuts. Her clothes, what little she had on, were torn and dirty. She was barefoot and freezing. It could be easily seen that she was malnourished; her skin was pale and sunken it at her cheeks. She looked like a skeleton.
                Em stopped the car and Sheldon immediately jumped out to help her.
“I’m Dr. Hawkes.” He said trying to get her attention. She was looking around, paranoid that someone was after her. “Do you know where you are?”
“Ppp...please don’t let t-t-tthem get me.” Em brought a blanket from the safety kit in the car to wrap around her. “H-h-help me save them.”
“Help you save who?’ Derek asked.
“The others. T-t-they’re s-s-till at t-t-he h-house.” Derek and Em immediately started looking about.
“Do you remember which way she came?” He asked.
Em responded, “Over here I think. Which way did you come from?” She asked the girl. She weakly pointed to her right.
“P-past the t-t-trees.” Her teeth were chattering so that she could barely talk.
“What’s your name? Can you tell me your name?” Sheldon asked. He was trying to check her pulse.
“M-m-ma-r-ta”
“Marta. Marta.” He was going over the names in his head of the still missing kids. “Marta Prince?” She nodded in surprise that he knew her name. “It’s ok; we’ve been looking for you and the others.”
“Can you tell us exactly where the house is?” Em asked. “Do you know the street name?” She shook her head no.
“I just woke up-up there.”
“How long ago?”
“They took me la-as-sst spring.”
“Over a year ago. When you say ‘they’ do you mean Michael and Miles Wheatly?” Derek asked. She nodded with fear. “It’s ok. You’re safe now. We’re going to get you to a hospital and rescue everyone else with you.” She nodded again. Derek immediately called Hotch.
“Hey Hotch. Em, Sheldon and I are near the Todds. We’ve got a survivor.”
“Survivor? Are you sure?”
“Yes we were leaving and she flagged us down. She said she came from an area with a bunch of trees. She’s giving us a positive I.D. on the names. We know the general direction that she came from but not the street.”

“Call Garcia and see if she can find the street and house name. We’re on the way.”
“Hotch did I just hear you say there is a survivor?”
“Yes a teenage girl flagged them down near the Todd residence. Do you know the name of the street behind it? Morgan said she pointed to some trees where she came from.”
“Apple Way. Miles Drive should actually be named Cove because it’s a huge circle they split up. We’re not far; we can access the situation and get some more officers there.” They got in the car and Hotch called Rossi. J.J. called Reid and asked him to come with Assistant Chief Glass.
“Dave we’ve got a survivor. Grant and I are en route to Apple Way where the house is. Let’s use the silent approach; we don’t know what we’re going to find.”
“On the way.” Rossi filled in J.J. as he punched the street name in the GPS.
                Sheldon continued to care for the girl. He gave her the water and graham cracker snacks he had packed in his bag for later. He was checking her wounds. Some looked as fresh as the day before, others months old.
“How is she Sheldon?” Derek asked.
“She’s badly bruised. I think she may have a few broken ribs and a bad sprain. She is definitely dehydrated and she hasn’t had much to eat. We need to get her to a hospital.”
“Everyone’s on the way. Hotch probably ordered a silent approach so we probably won’t hear the EMTs.”
“Please m-m-ake sure they won’t t-t-ouch them a-a-nymore.”
“Make sure who doesn’t touch who?” Em asked.
“Were you raped Marta?” Sheldon asked. She looked away and tears filled her eyes. “It’s ok, you can tell me. I’m only here to help.” She nodded. “It’s ok. You’re safe and we’ll make sure the others are too. Do you know the names of the others?” Em started texting the names to Garcia as she spoke.
“Jason, Eric, Candace, Ariel, Sandy, Allen and Wesley.”
“Uh oh, that’s only eight. There are still two missing. Is there anyone else that was there in the past few days but aren’t anymore?” Em asked.
“I haven’t seen Carla and Ricky for a while. I don’t know what happened to them.”
“When you say while do you mean like a couple of weeks or a months?”
“Months.” Em nodded as she sent the text. The ambulance came around the corner lights flashing but siren off.

“Here we go Marta. We’re taking you to the hospital.” The EMTS came to assist Sheldon and he gave them an update. “I’ll ride with her.” Sheldon told them that they should be expecting eight to ten more patients. Moreover, that all of them, male and female would need rape examinations done.
Hotch and the police chief had been surveying the street looking for any movement at any house for about five minutes. He called Morgan and let him know that they were in place, observing the street. A few minutes later, their SUV showed up. They walked up to the other SUV and got in.
“What’s the update?”
“Marta Prince is our survivor. Sheldon went with her to the hospital.” Em said.
“How did she seem?” The chief asked.
“Bruised and beaten. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in a while. And molested or raped.” The chief and Hotch both winced and shook their heads
“Yeah, she was very adamant about us making sure the others weren’t touched,” Derek said. “We’re still missing two kids. She gave us seven names and with her, that makes eight. She said she hasn’t seen the other two for at least a couple of months.”
“Does Garcia have the names?” Hotch asked.
“I texted the names as Marta gave them to us. We’re still looking for Carla and Ricky.” Em said. “Do we know which house? This street wasn’t on any of the info Garcia gave us.”
“No, we’re waiting on her to call back with the specifics.” Just then, Hotch’s phone rang.
“I’m sorry sir; there is nothing on this street under Wheatly or Shaw. I’ve even looked under the wife’s maiden name. Nothing.”
“Keep trying Garcia. We haven’t seen any activity on the street yet. And when you get a chance check on Sheldon and Marta. She’s our runaway survivor.”
“Will do, sir.”
                Derek and Em got their FBI jackets and radio equipment on and went back to their SUV to drive around the neighborhood looking for anything suspicious. As they slowly drove, they saw two men leave a house just a few feet from where they were driving.
“Hotch, we have two men. One is a dead ringer for Miles.” Em said.
“Follow them. Do not let them out of your sight. Follow them inside a building if you have to. Have Garcia trace your movements. As soon as the others arrive we will rescue those kids.”
“Got it.” She replied. Rossi and J.J. arrived just as the Assistant Chief and Reid did.
“Any other backups coming?” Grant asked.
“Rogers, Glenn and Brooks should be arriving any minute.” Glass said.

“Good. Agents Morgan and Prentiss are following the Wheatlys. Radio Taylor to be patched into their whereabouts and provide backup for them.” Everyone geared up and got to rescue those in the house.
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