Serial Novel: The Biker's Wench, Chapter 41
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 41
"You're sure it's babies he's selling?"
Monica nodded, her arms crossed over her chest. "The one I saw was a baby - pretty young too. Though he implied that I was bought as a child."
Daniels stared at the floor for a long moment before looking back up at her. "I'll need a sample of your hair, for starters. And something to wrap it in. It's a long shot, but your biological parents may have regretted their decision and put a missing persons report out. We'll see."
She took a step back, wary. "I don't want to find my real parents..."
"You don't ever have to know who they are or talk to them if you don't want, but it would be a solid foundation for the case if they came forward. Plus we can prove you're not Burns' daughter by comparing your DNA to his." He waited patiently, his expression clearly expecting her eventual cooperation. So like Harley, she thought, though not nearly as potent.
"Fine." She sighed. "What else?"
He glanced at his watch. "Any kind of pictures or video would be the best evidence. DNA from the kids would be handy too, along with any paperwork at all you can find. Really anything you can find that links your...Burns to the activity will be helpful. There's no such thing as too much."
She nodded. "Okay. We can do that." She reached up and yanked a few hairs from low on her head, and put them into a small envelope that was laying on the hall table. "How do we let you know when we have something?"
He took the envelope and slipped it in the inner pocket of his jacket. "Have Harley text me from his phone with 'all clear'. I can explain that easily enough if Burns asks, and I'll get in touch with him on his phone as soon as I can get away." He took a pen and small notepad out of his pocket to write on, then handed her a slip of paper with the number. "I've got to get back, but thank you. If you two can get me enough evidence, we can put Burns away for a long, long time. I'll do what I can to help now that I know what's going on." He gave her the briefest smile and let himself out, shutting the door tight behind him.
Monica snapped the deadbolt in place, suddenly feeling very exposed. What if Daniels wasn't really an agent? Or what if he was, and her father found out before they could get any evidence? She rubbed the back of her neck, closing her eyes and wishing Harley was there. He'd hold her, kiss her, tell her everything would be all right. Her lips curved up in a smile just thinking of his warm touch, and as if on cue, a key rattled in the lock, popping the deadbolt open.
She turned to meet him, hugging herself as the door opened to keep from throwing herself into his arms. It took a moment for her to process that the man in the doorway wasn't Harley.
"What are you doing here? And how did you get a key?"
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The Biker's Wench
Chapter 41
"You're sure it's babies he's selling?"
Monica nodded, her arms crossed over her chest. "The one I saw was a baby - pretty young too. Though he implied that I was bought as a child."
Daniels stared at the floor for a long moment before looking back up at her. "I'll need a sample of your hair, for starters. And something to wrap it in. It's a long shot, but your biological parents may have regretted their decision and put a missing persons report out. We'll see."
She took a step back, wary. "I don't want to find my real parents..."
"You don't ever have to know who they are or talk to them if you don't want, but it would be a solid foundation for the case if they came forward. Plus we can prove you're not Burns' daughter by comparing your DNA to his." He waited patiently, his expression clearly expecting her eventual cooperation. So like Harley, she thought, though not nearly as potent.
"Fine." She sighed. "What else?"
He glanced at his watch. "Any kind of pictures or video would be the best evidence. DNA from the kids would be handy too, along with any paperwork at all you can find. Really anything you can find that links your...Burns to the activity will be helpful. There's no such thing as too much."
She nodded. "Okay. We can do that." She reached up and yanked a few hairs from low on her head, and put them into a small envelope that was laying on the hall table. "How do we let you know when we have something?"
He took the envelope and slipped it in the inner pocket of his jacket. "Have Harley text me from his phone with 'all clear'. I can explain that easily enough if Burns asks, and I'll get in touch with him on his phone as soon as I can get away." He took a pen and small notepad out of his pocket to write on, then handed her a slip of paper with the number. "I've got to get back, but thank you. If you two can get me enough evidence, we can put Burns away for a long, long time. I'll do what I can to help now that I know what's going on." He gave her the briefest smile and let himself out, shutting the door tight behind him.
Monica snapped the deadbolt in place, suddenly feeling very exposed. What if Daniels wasn't really an agent? Or what if he was, and her father found out before they could get any evidence? She rubbed the back of her neck, closing her eyes and wishing Harley was there. He'd hold her, kiss her, tell her everything would be all right. Her lips curved up in a smile just thinking of his warm touch, and as if on cue, a key rattled in the lock, popping the deadbolt open.
She turned to meet him, hugging herself as the door opened to keep from throwing herself into his arms. It took a moment for her to process that the man in the doorway wasn't Harley.
"What are you doing here? And how did you get a key?"
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