The following morning, when Valerie woke. She headed down to her nieces room. She thought for sure she'd be up by now. Opening the door, she noticed the covers pulled up to her head.
Removing the blanket, she screamed. her niece was slit from her throat to her waist. Throwing up on the floor, she tried to make her way to the phone.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Help me, please. I need help. My niece has been murdered."
"Calm down maam. I'm sending Officer to the scene now. Just stay on the line with me."
Hearing the call over the radio, Gary and Don were first to arrive on the scene. Followed by Sheldon. Nearing the room, they could smell the stench of blood.
"Holy mother of..."
"Don't say it Don. Sheldon, TOD please."
"2am, give or take an hour. She's also been sexually violated. I'll know more when I get her back to Sid."
"Thanks. Valerie... do you have any idea who would have done this to your niece. I mean you were here with her all night. You didn't see, or hear anything?"
"I know what you think. You think I had something to do with this, cause I'm an ex prostitute. Well I didn't."
"I'm not accusing you of anything. But you must have an idea who could have done this. I'm sure you'd like us to find your nieces killer. I'm also sure you'd like us to help explain this to your sister."
"There's only one guy I know capable of doing this. That would be Doug Feeny. He's an old boyfriend. He has a sister, and a nephew named Harvey."
Gary put two and two together. Finally figuring out that Doug was the second kidnapper.
"Don, put out an APB on Doug Feeny please. Sheldon, call me as soon as you get a report from Sid."
"I will, Gary."
Meanwhile...
Claire was downstairs heating Julia's first bottle of formula. The doctor had told her it would be best with her now being pregnant again. Wondering how Julia was going to like not having the breast milk, she tested the bottle then tried her with it.
Watching as her face showed distaste, Claire laughed. After a few more swallows, Julia refused to drink it. Placing her over her shoulder, Claire burped her. Laying her to face her. Julia looked up at her mommy, and gurgled out a smile.
"Are you telling mommy a story Julia? Do you not like the formula?"
Gurgling again, Claire kissed her little lips as she gurgled again.
"Such an angel. Do you know how beautiful you are? Mommy loves you, Julia. Yes, I do. But you need to eat."
Gurgling out a few more sounds, Julia fell back into sleep. Laying her down in her crib. Claire could feel herself over fill with milk. Crying back her tears, she called her doctor back. After a brief conversation, Claire picked a sleeping Julia up and allowed her to drink.
Turning her to the other side to feed, Tony walked in and seen her tears.
"Baby... are you okay? What's the matter, Claire."
"It's nothing Tony. I spoke with the doctor, and she said it was best to stop breastfeeding Julia. Due to the increased milk, from being pregnant again. But I can't take the pain. So I called her back, and she said to go ahead and feed her. They hurt so bad Tony. I can't even get her to latch on."
Let me see her baby."
Taking his daughter into his arms, he sat down beside his wife, and tenderly caressed her. Watching as her milk formed, he carefully latched Julia onto her, and Julia began to drink, while Tony continued massaging.
"Better baby?"
"Mhm... thank you. It helps alot."
When Julia was finished feeding, Tony took her into his arms, and burped her. Then laying her back in the crib, he turned to his wife.
"I can't get my bra back over Tony. God, I'm in so much pain."
"Okay baby. Let me help." After he had her redressed. He sat her on his knee.
"Just breath Claire. I promise it will get better."
"I'm still so full Tony. I can feel the ache."
Tony knew there was only one thing left to do. Undoing his wifes blouse, he laid her across the couch, and helped her release the remaining pressure.
A short time later, Claire could finally breathe again. She could feel the pain disappear. Helping her dress again, Tony carried her to bed, and had her rest.
"Sleep baby. I'll be right downstairs if you need me."