Profile of Fear: Book Four of the Profile Series (Volume 4) by Alexa Grace

his wife have a little boy named Shawn who’s in elementary school and a baby girl named Mylee. Whenever they visit, Shawn uses Gabe as a human jungle gym and Mylee cries for Brody to hold her. In my opinion, Uncle Gabe and Uncle Brody are a hit with the kids.”
    “Now tell me about the women who would interact with Becca. What are they like?”
    “Brody’s wife, Carly, is a former FBI agent and now works out of their home consulting as a criminal profiler. She’s crazy about Shawn and Mylee and often has them for sleepovers. They usually order pizza and watch a movie that the kids choose.”
    “So Sgt. Chase, when can I interview your family members and visit where Becca will live?”
    A smile spreading across his face, Cameron said, “How about within the next hour or two?”

 
    Chapter Sixteen
     
    Cameron whispered a prayer and then stepped into a small conference room equipped with an oval table with the six chairs they’d need. A coffee pot sat on a small table in the back of the room, next to a tower of Styrofoam cups the height of Mt. Everest and a plate of sweet rolls.
    Brody and Carly arrived first. Carly looked relieved. “Thank God. We thought you’d been hurt on the job when you said to come to the hospital.”
    Cam spread his arms and she walked into his hug. “I’m okay. Don’t worry.”
    His brother grasped his shoulder. “So why are we here, Cam? What’s going on?”
    Cameron started to reply, but Gabe and Kaitlyn walked in, wearing the same worried expression Brody and Carly had.
    Brody poured a cup of coffee for Carly and then poured cups for Gabe, Kaitlyn, and himself. Cameron had a coffee that he was nursing at the end of the table.
    Cameron waved to the chairs. “Please sit down. And know how much I appreciate your meeting me here with such late notice, and no explanation whatsoever.”
    Gabe squirmed in his chair and leaned forward. “The suspense is killing me. What’s going on?”
    “I want you to meet someone.” Cameron pulled out his cell phone and retrieved the photo that he’d taken of Becca sitting on the examining table. Wearing his T-shirt, the child stared at the cell phone camera, her eyes filled with fear.
    He gave the phone to Gabe who glanced at the photo, and passed it around to the others.
    Brody gave the phone to Carly, then settled his gaze on Cameron. “Cute kid. Who is she?”
    “Her name is Becca, and she’s one of the sweetest two-year-olds you’ll ever meet. We found her at the house where we had the meth bust this morning.”
    “At Willie Hicks’ place? He had a kid?”
    “Not his. Long story.”
    Impatiently, Gabe handed back Cameron’s cell. “Just tell us what this is all about.”
    “There are no foster parents available to take Becca in. The group homes are filled with teenagers. That’s no place for a two-year-old.” Inhaling deeply, he folded his hands on the table. “I want to be Becca’s foster parent, and I’m asking you to welcome her into our family.”
    Brody was the first to respond. “Sweet Jesus, Cam, you’re a police sergeant. When are you going to have time to be a parent?”
    “I’ll make time. It means that much to me. But I am going to need your help to create the best home possible for this little girl. She’s been through a lot. Won’t know until the doc sees her, but I think she’s been physically abused.”
    Abruptly, Kaitlyn raised her hand as if she were sitting in a classroom. “I’m in.”
    Surprised, Gabe turned to her. “Are you sure…”
    “I’m not in the teaching profession because I don’t want to help kids.” Looking at Cameron, she said, “I’m on summer break so I’m available 24/7 until September, just tell me what Becca needs.”
    Gabe snaked his arm around Kaitlyn’s shoulder. “The thought of a toddler in the house sounds like fun. I’m in.”
    With a mixture of interest and compassion filling her dark eyes, Carly turned to Brody. “We’re always talking about having babies