“Hmm . . .” Foster turned away from the computer screen. Lindy, his assistant, nodded toward his computer. “You’re on the same newspaper article you were on when I stopped in here half an hour ago.” “Oh, right.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Guess I’m having trouble focusing today.” “Rough weekend?” she asked, setting the takeout lunch he’d ordered on the corner of his desk. “You could say that.” Rough. Amazing. Frustrating. Lindy lifted a file folder in her other hand and waggled it in the air. “This should cheer you up. They found that little girl in Ohio last night. Scared to death and hungry but totally unharmed. She’d wandered off and gotten lost in the woods outside of her neighborhood. The Home Safe bracelet led them right to her.” “Thank God.” A wash of relief went through him. No matter how many times he got that kind of news, each successful outcome was a triumph to be celebrated.
