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             “Well,” Johnson blinked as he shut the door to his car. “I think that went—”

            “Better than I expected,” Perez filled in, buckling up her seatbelt. She was seated at the back. “I was so sure that he would send us away,”

               Dawn couldn't fight the smile that made its way to her face. “If you pull the right strings, you can have people do whatever you want them to do,”

               “Thanks to you, we will now have extra security in the airport when the Andersons get back,” Johnson nodded his head, impressed. “Now that's one problem taken care of. My friend Will is taking care of the other one,”

             “Tracking down where the transmission came from?” Perez asked.

              “Yes. He said he would call me as soon as he got the coordinates,” Johnson put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car roared with life.

              “So what do we do now?” Dawn asked, putting on her seat belt.

               Johnson pressed a button to remove the roof of the convertible. “Now I'm going to take you to the mall so that you can go shopping. You need new clothes. After I'll treat you to lunch,”

               “I hope I'm included in this wonderful offer, Johnson, " Perez commented from behind them, with a cheeky smile on her face.

             Johnson could see it as he adjusted the mirror before them. “Keep hoping, Perez,”

            “Well, damn,” She snapped her fingers, playing along.

            Johnson and Dawn chuckled.

            Changing the gear of the car, the trio then headed to the mall. It was the same mall where Isabella had been abducted, but they tried to push that fact away from their minds.

          They were shopping for almost two hours. Perez would spot a shop and excitedly take Dawn's hand, pulling her in the direction of the shop with Johnson lugging behind them.

          The girls made him carry their shopping bags. They would also make him sit down and wait for them to dress into all types of clothes and have him criticise them.

           After that, he'd pay for whatever Dawn and Perez had selected with no questions asked. Johnson figured that it was easier that way.

            When it was slightly after noon, they decided to go for lunch. Taking the fact that Dawn was a vegeterian into consideration, he took them to a restaurant that also had vegetarian courses.

          They sat at a booth at the end of the restaurant. A waiter attended to them almost immediately. Each of them placed their orders, before Perez excused herself to go to the washroom.

             “Thank you so much for this, Johnson,” Dawn put a hand on his forearm, grabbing his attention. “Oh, sorry. Should I call you Dad, now?”

              “You can call me whatever you like. As long as it's not offensive,” Johnson said, before the two shared a laugh.

            “I'll keep that in mind. I can't believe you paid for all the items Perez took. There was a point she was blindly items from the clothing racks, just to see how far you'll go,” Dawn chuckled, shaking her head.

           “Well, I owe her. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have found you,”

          “I think you are just being nice,”

          “I am a nice person. Generally speaking,”

           “To everyone or just to her?”

             Johnson turned to face her. “To everyone, of course,”

             “Are you lying?” The beauteous blonde raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a knowing smile.

            “No,” The investigator shook his head, meeting her gaze with his.

           “Are you sure?”

            “Yes,”

             “Do you like her?”

              “What if I did, hypothetically speaking? What would you do?”

             “I would tell you to date her,”

             “And if things go well?”

             “Marry her,”

              “You would want to have another mother?”

              “Third time's a charm, isn't it?”

              “That's right. She would be your third mother,”

             “You do like her, don't you?”

              He didn't need to reply. They both knew the answer.

              “I knew it,” Dawn's smile increased. “Even though you hide your emotions pretty well behind those dull, stony eyes, your eyes light up at the sound of her name,”

              “These are contacts, alright? My eyes probably light up if there's something that is caught in between my eye and my contacts, like dust,”

             “And coincidentally, there happens to be something in between your eye and your contacts every time I say Perez's name?”

                “You're not buying it, are you?”

                “Not even a little,”

                “I can't lie to you. I can lie to anyone else without batting an eyelash but I just can't lie to you,”

                Dawn smiled. “I'll also keep that in mind for future references,”

                “You should be a lawyer, you know. You have the skills to become one — persuasion skills, good memory...do you like to read?”

                  “I do,”

                  “There you go,”

                   “I don't know. I've thought about becoming one but I've never considered it. My father was a lawyer,”

                  “I'm sure that was where you got your skills from,”

                  “He was the best, " Dawn shrugged, staring off into the distance. “So I guess it's no surprise that I am, too,”

                  “And you are really modest,” Johnson said, before laughing.

                Dawn turned back to look at him, laughing as well. “I actually am modest. I have no idea where that came from. I'm as modest as you are nice,”

              Johnson shook his head, his body trembling with laughter. Perez soon returned to table, sitting next to Dawn, just as the waiter brought in their water for the three.

               “Out of curiosity, what is your first name, Perez?” Dawn asked, looking intently at the brunette.

                 She tucked her hair behind her ear. “Hillary. My name is Hillary Perez,”

                 “That's an amazing name,” Dawn tilted her head slightly to the left. “Why don't you call Perez by her first name, Johnson?”

                 “I would like to know that, too,” Perez gave Johnson a confused look.

                “I address everyone by their last name. Well, everyone except you, Dawn, and Will,”

               “Why?” It was Perez's turn to ask. The beauteous blonde and the brunette stared at Johnson, who was sitting across them.

               “Just because,” He huffed, frowning. “I am not entitled to answer your questions. This isn't twenty questions,”

                Dawn placed her elbow on the wooden table. She rested her chin on the palm of her hand. She grinned. “Whatever you say, Johnson,”

                 The light conversation carried on until their food arrived. After thoroughly indulging in their meal, Johnson asked for the check. As the waiter disappeared to get the bill, Johnson's phone began to phone from his pocket.

               “It's Will,” Johnson informed the girls before he answered the call.

               Dawn and Perez stopped giggling so that Johnson could hear Will on the other end.

              “Hey Will. Yes? You were able to find the location of where the video was shot? Where was it filmed?” Johnson's eyes met Perez and he motioned for her to get something to write on.

              Quickly, she grabbed a pen from her purse and took one of the serviettes provided. “Vidal's Estate, St Peter's Drive, House Number twenty-three. Is that right? Okay. Yes, I got it. Thanks, Will! What can I ever do to repay you? Baseball sounds good. See you next Tuesday? Great. See you then, Will,”

                “So that's where we are headed?” Perez asked, clicking the pen.

                “Yes,”

                “Do we need backup?”

                “We can call a few men to help out but I don't think it would be necessary,”

                “Better safe than sorry,” Perez warned, putting the serviette in her bag. She turned to Dawn, who had suddenly gone very quiet. “What's wrong, Dawn?”

                “That location. That was where Bailey and I lived when our father was still alive,”