CHAPTER TWELVE
M
arsha was up at six o’clock. She marked her desktop calendar with a large 12. Twelve days since Beverly had been taken.
She would wait until seven o’clock and brief the MacDonald family. She stepped out of her small office in the Command Vehicle and approached Sandra Clark at her desk and said, “Step into my office.”
A minute later Marsha showed Clark a copy of the photo.
“Do I show the family?”
“Marsha, I don’t know. It will hurt them to see her in that condition, I know that.”
“I hate withholding information from them. I don’t mind the list of demands. I’ll show those to the family. I don’t know about the photo,” said Marsha.
“The photo makes the demands real. They will want to know why we think the demands are real.”
“Yeah, I know,” said Marsha.
“Well, the fir
