Finding The Lost Mystic Islan - Liberty Parker Page 0,6

to figure out if anyone else may be behind this, or an accomplice perhaps.”

“I will be more than happy to help you out with the case files, after all, I am one of the smartest Faes on this island,” she muses with a wink as she saunters away to her desk to do my bidding. I got lucky with such an amazing and dedicated worker such as her.

I just know, deep in my gut and down to the marrow of my bones, that Echo has something to do with all the disappearances and the violations against women. My gut instincts have never been wrong in the past, and I’ve learned to listen to them when sirens are going off in my head where a suspect is concerned. I’m not sure why Cal never suspected or interrogated him, but I plan on being a nuisance where Echo is concerned. He won’t be able to turn a corner without seeing my face in his rearview mirror.

Vaughn

We make it to the hospital in record time. The moms of the two babies are still admitted in the hospital, so we’ll be able to at least talk to them to figure out why they seem so eager, and willing, to give their babies away and place them into the system. However, I would guess that they’ve heard the rumors of the other mothers being murdered after a certain amount of time since leaving the hospital grounds with them. In my opinion, it would be a good enough reason to let their babies go and possibly protect themselves in the meantime. As I walk through the hallways and down the corridor, the scent of a newborn leopard invades my senses, so I’m positive that at least one of these babies I’m seeking for is of supernatural descent. I walk into the assigned rooms holding one of the women that will be giving her baby up to the system, and I send Shyla into the other woman’s room. “Hello, my name is Vaughn and I’ll be your social worker,” I introduce myself. “Would it be alright with you if I ask you a few questions?” She looks up at me with wide, fearful eyes that she’s hiding under a veil of long, dark locks.

“S-sure,” she eventually manages to croak out with a slight stutter. I can tell she wants to be anywhere but here, in my presence, and answering the number of questions I need answers to. But this is something that has to be done, and I refuse to leave without comprehending the depth of her fears.

“Can I ask you why you feel that your baby would be better off without you raising him yourself?” I begin.

“I-I’m too young. I uh, I need to finish college before tying myself down with an infant. I don’t have any money; I live in the dorms where they provide my meals and shelter. I don’t have the funds or capability of giving a baby a good home. I’d rather someone who is capable of raising him in a good, loving home nurture him as their own. Plus, I never told my parents or anyone in my family that I was pregnant. They’d disown me, and I’d end up on the streets anyway. Why bother?”

“So, you don’t feel as if telling them would be a good thing? They wouldn’t step up and help you with your baby while you finish school?” I inquire.

“No. And they’ll never know,” she adamantly states before she finally looks me in the eye. I can see the determination written on her face. Legally, I can’t tell them this information without her written and verbal consent.

“Okay,” I simply say before asking the questions required of me when someone is giving their baby up for adoption.

Something in my gut is telling me that she isn’t giving me the whole truth, but I can’t push the issue too far or I take the risk of being thrown out of the hospital and pulled from this case. I’m hoping that Shyla is having better luck with the other mother she’s questioning. I go into the nursery to take a closer look at the two infants. I know that at least one of them is supernatural, but the other one, I’m not positive of. Something is off, different, with one of the babies and I just can’t figure it out quite yet.

Shyla

As I walk swiftly into the room where the mother that I will be questioning is, I notice a