Martha stopped to grab Betsy's hand, leading the way toward the cabin while Quinn and I unloaded the car.
I could sense Betsy's disappointment and Martha's relief.
Between times we made plans for a trip to Iowa where I'd meet my in-laws for the first time and we'd firm up plans for our October wedding, to be held on Betsy's home turf.
Betsy's red-eye flight for Chicago left at seven and I kissed her as she stepped into her cab at the curb.
One of the minions in Betsy's organization had arranged for a pleasure car for her weekend, courtesy of her boss who felt guilty for her frequent out of town travel.
Schedules were exchanged until a free weekend opened up, after our obligatory trip to Iowa and Betsy's parents.
We gave him our assurances we'd not violate his trust though I thought Betsy's suggestion was reasonable.
The look on Betsy's shocked face was priceless.
Martha rose and reached for Betsy's hand.
Betsy's look repeated her plea while we all remained silent, looking to Howie.
Between Betsy's internet searching and Quinn's calculations the location we sought was found.
It was Betsy's turn.
Betsy's loving boss presented the most difficulty but she used the excuse her new husband was transferred to New Hampshire.
Betsy's concern mirrored mine.
Betsy's clandestine research about Julie, such as it was, was shared only with me.
Howie was hot, which I'm sure was Betsy's intent.
Usually we rely on Betsy's sole decision as a method of choosing a case but the wide spread interest in this kidnapping caused her to share it with all of us.
With Betsy's pronouncement, we all reaffirmed our commitment.
The warmth was nearly enough for me to nod off when I heard a honk and Molly waved from Betsy's side window as she slowly circled.
The look of shock on Betsy's face was immediately picked up by Molly and frightened the young girl.
The cell reproduced and the organism grew.
I explained about Betsy's visit and our misinterpretation of Martha's note.
I know how you don't want to do this but put your feelings aside, for Betsy's and Molly's sake.
From Betsy's cell phone?