Chapter Eighteen
Trevor hung up the phone and looked at Susan.
“He said the Dallas branch office is the one we need to talk to,” he explained to her. “It’s the regional office that covers most of north Texas.”
Susan chewed her lip as she mulled over their choices.
“Do we have to call?”
“Well, yeah, if we want them to help us find Sophie,” Trevor answered.
“No, I mean, I know we need their help. But why waste time on a phone call when you and I both know they are going to want to take a closer look at what is in the box? What time is it?”
“Almost noon.”
Susan’s jaw set with conviction.
“Look up the address, and let’s go. If we leave now, we can be there by six.”
“Let me make sure I have this right. You want to drive to Dallas and just show up on the FBI’s doorstep unannounced,” Tr
