There had been no fingerprints around the window, although they’d found a black thread stuck on one of the shards of glass, a thread they assumed was from whatever the intruder had been wearing when he’d broken in.Portia knew there was no way they’d be able to figure out who had smashed the window and crawled inside by a single thread of cotton.As Caleb walked with the other men out of the day care, she looked around the room and wanted to weep. She’d worked so hard to make this a place of fun and love for the little ones who were in her care, and now it was all nothing but a big mess.Melody had all the kids outside in the play area, but she needed to get them inside before the sun grew too hot and at the moment this was no place to bring children.Caleb came back inside. “You have a broom?” he asked.She looked at him in surprise. “Cleaning up a crime scene isn’t your job.”He shrugged. “You’ve got a yard full of kids out there who are going to need to get inside pretty soon.
