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released her nearly a minute later. He supported her in his arms as she looked at him dazedly. Connor made clucking noises as he shook his head negatively at her.
    “It seems you still believe you can initiate things here without consequence. I do not mind the distraction, but if you keep this up Karen, I will probably need to get a restraining order. What exactly could you have been thinking; to let a petty impulse put you again into my control voluntarily? I am beginning to think you like me.”
    Karen blushed crimson as she pulled away. ‘You drive all sanity out of me. I hate how easily you can manipulate me.”
    “So why subject yourself to it by initiating it?”
    She turned away, “I just wondered if you could deal with a human touch meant for something other than to maim and kill.”
    “And what did you discover Doctor?”
    “I discovered my panties are again wet, and I smell like a cheap hooker; all to provoke a response I probably did not want to begin with.”
    Connor laughed uproariously. His laugh was contagious and Karen joined him in it, thinking what a fool he had made of her. Connor calmed down and wiped the tears from his eyes with a napkin from the table. He walked up to her and kissed her with fervor for a moment and then stepped back.
    “Thank you Karen. I have not laughed like that in many years. You have indeed succeeded in surprising me. Although I do not have experience with cheap hookers, you smell wonderful. We had better go now or we will be late for our appointment.”
    She nodded in agreement and led the way out to the entrance of the complex. They walked side by side comfortably. The security people all along the way did double takes as they saw Connor. They eyed his security badge closely. Some said good morning to Dr. Blakely; but other than the fervent glances at his badge, Connor attracted no other comment.

Chapter 6 Attraction  
    As they approached the front entrance, Connor saw three people standing at the receptionist’s desk, just past the security station at the entryway into the complex. The woman in the middle had her hands cuffed behind her back. She wore a blue windbreaker over a plain blouse and jeans. Her brown hair clung limply to her face, and fell just below her shoulders. Connor guessed her age at about thirty-five and her height at about five feet, five inches tall, and her weight at around one hundred thirty pounds.
    The two agents reminded Connor of the FBI agents on the X-Files, although the female agent had brunette rather than red hair. The male agent stood a few inches taller than Connor. He had an all-knowing grin on his face as he watched Connor and Blakely approach. The female agent, who stood at about the same height and weight as her prisoner, simply looked up with a bored expression on her face.
    Connor walked up to the three, shaking hands with both agents saying, “I am Agent Connor, and my associate is Dr. Blakely. If you have the paperwork completed, we can take the prisoner off of your hands.”
    “I’m Agent Stallworth,” the male agent said. “My partner’s name is Genowitz. I wish you luck with this one. The parents are worried sick as you might imagine. Her name is Darlene Lindsey. We believe she and her boyfriend snatched the boy as he walked home from school. A neighbor along the boy’s path home from school remembered seeing her talking to the boy on the sidewalk. I…”
    “I don’t know nothing about any boy,” the prisoner interrupted, “and bringing me here ain’t going to change that.”
    “We have been unable to locate her boyfriend,” Stallworth continued. “If we can find him, I believe we will find the boy. Time is running out on us, so we will leave you to it.” He handed a card to Connor, “my cell phone number is on the back. If you get anything, call me right away.”
    Connor nodded, “I will let you know. Stay close to your phone. We have had good luck with this type of problem. We will get started