Loves Redemption by Kimberly Terry (best books to read for teens .TXT) 📕

help those they were cracking the whip on.

Those upstanding congressmen saw them as the dregs of society. Selling drugs, selling

their bodies, it didn’t matter. They were all the same in their eyes. No good. When you had an angel like Dr. Richardson trying to help, she had to damn near beg to receive aid.

Jaime continued to scroll down. There. She needed volunteers. It seemed as though she

was always in need of volunteers. Poor thing.

Jaime picked up the phone and placed the first call. It was time to call in a favor.

CHAPTER 25

“Imani House. This is Dalia, how may I be of help to you?”

“Hello, ma’am. My name is James Smith and I’m a new graduate student. Dr. Tomas

instructed me to call you about an internship.”

“This is wonderful. But I thought Dr. Tomas had already left for vacation,” Dalia asked

the student.

“Yes, ma’am, he left a few weeks ago. I work full time, and this is my first opportunity to give you a call. Will that be a problem?” the student asked.

“No not as long as you have your paperwork.” Dalia rushed to assure him.

“Yes, ma’am, I do,” he answered eagerly.

“Wonderful. Tell me about yourself. Are you a new graduate student? And what is it you

are interested in within the counseling area?” Dalia reached for her pad and pencil.

“I recently transferred to UTSA. I’m interested in working with domestic abuse victims,

and my counselor suggested I speak with Dr. Tomas.” He mentioned the name of the internship liaison between the University and Imani House.

“Do you want to begin your internship in the fall then?”

“Oh no, ma’am, I’d like to start this summer. Dr. Tomas assured me you had openings for

summer interns.”

“We do. I thought you were interested in the fall. We are in great need of good

counselors at any time. Do you have any experience in this area?” Dalia asked.

“I’ve done some counseling with my church and also some volunteer counseling with a

crisis center in Austin.”

“This is good. When are the times you are available?” she asked, jotting notes down as

they spoke.

“I work full time, so it would have to be after five o’clock. Would that be okay?”

“Yes, that would work out well. We are currently in need of an evening and weekend

counselor. Would you be able to work on the weekends for a few hours?” She asked, mentally

crossing her fingers.

“Yes, I could come in as long as you needed me on the weekends.”

“When would you be able to come in for an interview?” Dalia asked, elated at their turn

of good luck. She gave the student the times that Maya had available to interview him.

“I’ve heard wonderful things about Dr. Richardson, and I would be grateful for the

opportunity to work with her.”

“Yes, she is a wonderful person. Would you like to come in today to visit with her? She

has two visitors in with her now, but she may be able to see you this evening for a few

moments,” Dalia volunteered.

“No, I’m sorry, I can’t come in today. Ma’am, the only day I can’t come in, would be Fridays. I have a standing commitment elsewhere. But I could come in tomorrow any time Dr.

Richardson has available.”

“Dr. Richardson will not be in tomorrow. However, she will be in for a few hours on

Sunday. Will that be okay?”

After they had confirmed the time, Dalia hung up the phone with a smile. She liked the

sound of the young man, he sounded earnest and excited. Dalia decided to wait to place the ad for a counselor until Maya had a chance to visit with the student. With a smile, she turned back to her computer.

* * * *

“This is where we discovered the two victims’ bodies; the female of course, was Dr.

Richardson’s foster sister Allison Hill,” Mark began, as he and Nicolai walked to the sectioned off crime scene.

After they left Imani House they’d driven to the crime scene where Allison had been

found, so the agent could survey it. Moving crime scene tape aside, Mark entered the area with Nicolai following close behind him. Turning around he was going to speak when he noticed the intense expression on the agent’s face.

“Could you show me where the bodies were buried, Detective?”

“Sure follow me. They were buried close together but in separate shallow graves.” Mark

led him a few feet to the marked place where the victims had been found. “This is where they were found.” He pointed to the two hollowed spots where the bodies had been excavated.

“From the report it says Allison was killed after the male victim. Is this the grave where

her body was found?” he asked pointing down to the grave in question.

“Yes, we found the male in the first grave, and Allison in this one next to it.”

“Detective Halstan if you don’t mind, I would like to be left alone.” His silver gaze asked Mark not to ask him why.

There was something strange about the agent. Whatever it was, Mark knew it was the

reason for his unusual quiet demeanor, and the way he silently observed everything around him.

“No problem. While you’re here, I’m going to head back down to the car and check in

with Jordan to find out if there’s anything new happening. Take your time. Whenever you’re

done, meet me back at the car.”

“Thanks I would appreciate it,” he said.

Nicolai waited until the detective was out of sight before turning back to the shallow, dug out graves.

Hunching down low, he allowed his arms to reach out and lightly brush back and forth

over the nearest grave. As he was brushing his hands over the dirt mound he closed his eyes with his head bent low, and took deep measured breaths.

As his breathing became regulated, his chest rose and fell, taking on the appearance of

one sleeping. With eyes closed, he began to go into a deep