Special Agent Ava McLane nodded at Assistant Special Agent in Charge Ben Duncan as she stepped into the Fairbankses’ crowded dining room. “How’s it going, Ben?” The number of bodies in the room was claustrophobic. Everyone talked in low voices as they moved around, speaking on cell phones or in private conversations. Determination and focus filled the air. His brown eyes met hers, and he gave a small smile. “We’re still in the process of organizing everyone. We’ll find her.” Good man. Staying positive. It was her personal number-one rule when searching for kids. She blew out a breath and surveyed the room, taking stock of the players. She was one of two Crimes Against Children coordinators at the Portland FBI office, and she’d been the special agent to take the call about Henley from Clackamas County this morning. Ava’s gut had twisted as she’d listened to the county sheriff. She’d known they needed to act fast.
