The Newlyweds. Elizabeth Bevarly
Connection—a Nancy Allen—went to the police back in January with her suspicions that a black-market baby ring might be operating somewhere within the organization,” Pennington said.
“A black-market baby ring?” Bridget echoed dubiously. “Sounds like a bad movie of the week.”
“I wish it was,” Pennington told her, smiling a little uncomfortably.
Poor guy, Bridget thought. First, he’d had to say the word sperm in the line of duty, and now the words black-market baby ring. Not the best day, she suspected, for Agent Pennington.
“At first,” he continued on valiantly, “the local authorities were less than convinced of the woman’s story.”
They were probably even less convinced of the woman’s sanity, Bridget thought.
“But the woman was insistent, so they pursued the charge, if for no other reason than to be able to prove to her that nothing was amiss. Unfortunately, their investigation led them to conclude that there could indeed be criminal activity occurring at Children’s Connection. The police notified the FBI when they realized there were potential interstate and even international violations.”
“The attempted kidnapping in Russia,” Bridget guessed.
Pennington nodded. “We think there may actually be a Russian pipeline of sorts. Perhaps pipelines from several countries. Someone who’s providing infants to a contact at Children’s Connection. That person then offers the children up for sale to couples who are on the Connection’s waiting list. Or perhaps to people who were turned down as prospective parents. And we fear those foreign infants may be being acquired illegally. At this point, we still don’t know a lot. But there have been more developments since that first report that have convinced us there is indeed criminal activity going on within the organization. There’s even evidence that someone stole some fertilized eggs and has been selling them illegally on the Internet.”
Bridget marveled at the deeds some people would commit, all for money, no doubt, she guessed.
“We suspect that all of these crimes are related,” Pennington continued, “and we’re reasonably certain that there’s more than one person involved. We just don’t know who the people are, or what division of the organization they work in. Realistically, they could be anywhere.”
“And that’s why I’m here,” Bridget guessed. “A combination of my FBI training and my connection to Children’s Connection, however superficial.”
“That connection is about to become less superficial,” Pennington told her. “We need you to go undercover with another agent, posing as a married couple who are looking to adopt a child. But because you’re not exactly a stranger to anyone at Children’s Connection—or, at least, your family isn’t—you’ll essentially be posing as yourself. Bridget Logan. Daughter of Terrence and Leslie Logan. But you won’t be an agent for the FBI. Your parents have assured us that no one at the organization knows you work for the Bureau.”
“That’s true, as far as I know,” Bridget said. “I’ve never been active in my parents’ avocation, and I don’t really know anyone who works there, except my sister. I don’t think I’ve even visited the place for more than a decade, probably. Still, I don’t know for certain that no one in my family has ever mentioned my job to anyone there.”
“They all assure us they’ve never discussed you with anyone. Which means you’ll be completely credible as someone seeking to adopt through the organization. Up to this point, the investigation hasn’t been a secret, and the agent assigned to it has questioned a number of people who work at Children’s Connection in one capacity or another. So far, we don’t have any suspects, in spite of our evidence to suggest criminal activity.”
It really did sound like a bad movie of the week, Bridget couldn’t help thinking. She couldn’t believe anyone involved in her parents’ pet project would be involved in things like black-market babies and sperm-swapping and stolen eggs. But the FBI didn’t go around investigating crimes because it was fun and they had nothing better to do with their time, and they sure as hell didn’t make up stuff like this. If they were looking into the matter, it was because they had solid evidence to suggest wrongdoing.
“At any rate,” Pennington continued, “whoever it is working illegally at Children’s Connection almost certainly knows about the investigation. In spite of that, we’ve already got two of our Portland agents undercover there, posing as prospective adoptive parents in the hope that our baby seller might approach them with an infant for sale.”
Bridget nodded. That made sense. Even with the investigation no secret, there was a good chance two agents might still be credible as an anxious couple looking to adopt, and they might still lure the bad guy. That didn’t explain her own presence back in town, though.
“So why am I here?” she asked Pennington.
“As I said, Logan, you’re going to be posing with an agent, too, in the same capacity—as prospective adoptive parents. But we’re hoping that you and he will simply be able to move about Children’s Connection and uncover more information about what’s going on. Since you’re a Logan, we’re hoping people might speak more freely around you, and that you won’t look suspicious in areas of Children’s Connection that our other agents might not be able to infiltrate. You’ll be working in concert with them, alongside them, but you won’t have contact with them. And you’ll be working for a different reason. Where they’re trying to draw out our suspect, you and your ‘husband’ will be trying to learn more about who that suspect might be.”
Now Bridget understood. Four heads were better than two. Especially if one of those heads—hers—had a familial tie to the organization under investigation. While the first bogus parents-to-be tried to make themselves a temptation to the bad guy, Bridget and her phony husband would infiltrate Children’s Connection more deeply as the daughter and son-in-law of its most illustrious patron.
“We’re betting Bridget Logan won’t look suspicious hanging around Children’s Connection,” Pennington continued, “since her family is such a big part of the organization. You’ll be able to move about freely, ask questions and even linger in places our other couple won’t have credible access to. With luck no one will suspect you of being anything other than Leslie and Terrence Logan’s daughter, who’s recently returned to town with her new husband and wants to adopt a baby.”
It was worth a shot, Bridget thought. Before she could ask more about her duties and cover, though, Pennington began to talk again.
“Your ‘husband’ is familiar with all the particulars of the case,” he said, “but hasn’t been active in the investigation so far, so he won’t be known to anyone at Children’s Connection. We’ve created a cover for him as wealthy businessman who’s just moved to town with his new wife—local girl Bridget Logan, with whom he recently eloped. Since you’ve been living in D.C. for so long, we’ve made him a wealthy corporate type from Tyson’s Corner, Virginia. The two of you met while you were working as the manager of an art gallery in Capitol Hill, but you’ve been homesick for Portland for some time, so his wedding gift to his new wife is to relocate closer to her family, where he’ll be opening new corporate offices. We’ve secured a house for you in your parents’ neighborhood, and you and your new husband can move in immediately.”
“Sounds like you’ve covered the big things,” Bridget said. “Just one question.”
“Only one?” Pennington asked, smiling.
“Okay, one big question,” Bridget amended. The smaller ones could come later. She smiled, too. “Who’s the lucky groom?”
Pennington’s expression did change then, turning confused. He looked at Agent Jones, then back at Bridget, and she hated to think why. “I thought you already knew,” Pennington said.
Bridget shook her head, and in doing so, caught a glimpse of Agent Jones from the corner of her eye. He was squirming. And she really hated to think why.
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