out any information about the sessions other than he went to them and his father didn’t. He’d been at the hospital with the little girl for the first one, then after that….” Brock shrugged. “This doctor friend of mine told me that she might have had some damage to her brain and it caused her not to hear or speak. He said while it’s not common, the brain is something that no one has a clear grasp on totally.”
Rayne stood up. “I’d see what I can find out about where the girl is living if I were you. I did a little digging myself and found that she only gave a post office box for her address. I would hate to find out she’s been living like I did, and without near the protection I had for myself.”
He’d already been looking into that and told her so. “I’m going to try and see her tonight before she gets off work. If I can, would it be all right with you if I brought her to dinner tonight? I know that it’s family only for Jules’s homecoming, but she might do well to see us all together.”
“As of the moment you found her , she became family. Bring her if you can, but don’t force it.” She picked up Gabriella and moved to the door, and stopped to look at him. “I’ll touch her and see what I can find out for you, but…Brock, I want you to be careful of this. Not of your mate, but the men who we both think are trying to find her. I have a feeling that they aren’t nearly as stupid as we think.”
“I will.” He’d nearly told her he could handle anything they put to him, but he could see that she was worried. He stood up and walked her to the elevator, and when she was gone, he looked at May, his secretary. “Do you think you can find something for me from one of your many sources?”
“Of course I can. What do you need to know? ” He grinned. “I don’t think I like that look. It sort of says to me that you’re going to want more than just a few tidbits I can find by calling in some smallish favors.”
“I need you to find out why a woman by the name of Robin Cole is in a mental institution and how long she’s been there.” She shook her head at him. “You won’t?”
“I know who she is. If you ever read the paper instead of just the sports section , you would, too. She tried to murder her children. She claimed that they were all vampires and that they were going to suck her dry.” She clicked a few keys on her computer. “She went by her maiden name at the time, as she said she wasn’t really married to the man who had fathered her children, and she wanted nothing to do with him. The only reason I know her name is because a friend of mine was in the courthouse when she was brought in for trial. She said that Gilbert Cole and her sons were all made into vampires, and she wanted to stake them. Of course, she was put away for a while, but not in a mental institution. That’s where she ended up a few months ago when she tried to slit her wrists and nearly succeeded. Here it is.”
He read over her shoulder how the woman had claimed that her sons and the man that she’d been wed to were now the living dead. She claimed that if no one did anything, she was going to. At the time, her children’s ages ranged from twenty-two to thirteen, and she claimed that even her supposed husband was a vampire. She was adamant that her daughter was innocent, but if no one would save her, then she, too, would be as dead as them. Em would have been seventeen when it happened.
“She was nuts.” Brock couldn’t agree more. “But see, she’s been out of it for a few months now. I think she was put away about the time your niece was born. Anyway, they said she’d been cleared of all the charges, but the attempt of suicide was a cry for help, and they put her away where she would be able to get treatments. It had been a postpartum problem. That’s what they claimed at the beginning, and that has since been taken care of with drugs.”
He sat on her desk and tried to think about what