Deanna
blinked, confused, and fighting back the urge to give in to the hope that
Alexis's words inspired in her. Her mind and heart were on emotional overload.
In only one day, she had gained a daughter, and lost her again before ever
regaining that feeling of having her. The thought that she could have that back
again was just too much to let herself hope for.
Will
watched the torment in his wife's eyes, wishing at once that he could somehow
ease her pain, while at the same time knowing exactly how she was feeling.
After all, he himself had only discovered his oldest daughter's existence hours
ago, and now, events he had never even considered were unraveling faster than
he could absorb them. One thing he was certain of however, was that Deanna was
in no condition to play twenty questions. So, he asked the obvious questions
for her. "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Impossible how? We, that is
Deanna, KNOWS what happened."
Alexis
shook her head, exhaling slowly. "Look, I'm not trying to make this more
difficult that it already is, but I spent a very long time with that woman. As
much as I'd like to forget everything that I leaned in those years, the truth
is that's impossible. I know how she operates, and everything about your story
fits her M.O., except for that. It's just not the way she works."
By
now, Alexis had everyone's attention. Even Deanna had begun to focus again.
Will silently motioned for her to continue her story.
"I
know that woman unfortunately better than I know my own name." A bemused
smile crossed her face as she considered her last statement. "Of course
thanks to her games, that's not saying much of anything, since I don't actually
know my own name, but that's another story all together, isn't it? The point
is, Jackie is....motivated by self interest, cold, ruthless in pursuit of a
goal, dangerous if crossed, certainly, sadistic definitely, but she wasn't
taking these kids to kill them, that much I can vouch for. Whatever twisted
motivations the woman had, murder of innocents wasn't among them."
"I
always assumed it was some sort of accident." Deanna's quiet, intense
voice startled the others. "There were no traces of the kidnapper
after.....well, though the police couldn't prove it, they seemed convinced that
she had somehow botched a simple ransom kidnapping."
"Deanna,
they spent years forcing me to prefect my ability to get inside other peoples
heads. What they forgot was that it works both ways. Jackie is as cunning as a
fox, and her strike was quick and clean as a cobra. She never learned the
meaning of mistakes. Every move was calculated to serve a purpose."
Deanna
nodded in understanding of her words. The woman naturally had a classic
criminal mind, used to acts of evasion. But that still didn't explain the
facts. "All right, but what motivation would a woman have for torching a
building so badly that she killed not only a child she had gone to great
lengths to have kidnapped, for whatever her purposes, but her own operative as
well, all to the point of leaving nothing behind?" Just stating the
circumstances of her daughter's death took more strength from Deanna then she
even dreamed she had left in her. Once again she found herself fighting to
retain control of her rampant emotions.
All
thoughts of her own pain and discomfort fled her mind however, as she watched
the younger woman's reaction to her statement. Alexis's face went first a
deathly pale, then flushed just as quickly with a heat that reached her eyes
and burned like fire in their icy blue depths. The sudden and rapid changes
frightened the three witnesses, and it was Mandy who finally broke the sudden
silence. "Are you OK?" she asked uncertainly.
Alexis never directly answered the question. Instead she looked straight at Deanna and whispered, "That's it! That, that monster.....she faked her own death, and she used your little girl as a cover."