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“There are four centers, two on each end of the compound. I called and they’re expecting him. You aren’t the only one who doesn’t want to leave their pet all day.”
She pushed out of her chair and threw her arms around him. “Thank you. You are the best.”
He laughed. “That was easy.”
“Does that mean Loki goes to school like me?” Ethan asked as he finished his cereal.
“Absolutely,” Prescott replied. “He’ll make friends, just like you.”
“Yay!” Ethan said. “Can I visit him?”
“You can come with us when we pick him up,” Prescott replied.
Ethan pushed his plate away. “I’m done. Can I get down please?”
“Yes,” Prescott replied. “Can you brush your teeth or would you like some help?”
“Jack, can you help me?” He grinned at her.
“I’d be happy to.” She set her plate in the sink.
“Ethan, instead of nap time, I’m taking you to a police station so you can meet a police officer,” Prescott said.
“Okay,” Ethan replied.
As they left the kitchen, Jack said to Ethan, “After dinner, let’s teach Loki to stay. Would you like to help me?”
“Stay where?” he asked as they vanished up the stairs.
Fifteen minutes later, Prescott pulled into Armstrong Enterprises. First stop, Ethan’s daycare. Second stop, doggie daycare where Jack registered Loki, answered a few questions, and left her pup.
Once inside his building, they rode the elevator to the top floor. En route to his office, he introduced her to Francis.
“Jacqueline’s going to be working here for a few days,” he told his assistant.
“Can I get you both coffee?” Francis asked.
He nodded. “Thanks.”
“I’m good, thanks,” Jack replied.
“When’s my first meeting?” he asked Francis.
“In an hour.”
After Francis headed toward the break room, Prescott brought Jacqueline into his office. “You good working at my conference table?”
She tucked her hair behind her ear. “If working on your lap isn’t an option, I’ll settle for the table.”
“It’s definitely an option, but we won’t get any work done.”
“Great office,” she said as she eased into a chair, pulled out her laptop, and got to work.
He sat at his desk, unlocked his computer, and reviewed his schedule for the day. As he started scrolling through his unread emails, one from the coroner’s office caught his eye.
The DNA profile on Sally’s fetus had been completed. He clicked a link that took him to a secure site where he could download the digital profile. Then, he jumped online to a website the feds used for tracking criminals using DNA. After filling out the form, he uploaded the file, and paid extra to expedite the results. Then, he did the same thing with two commercial companies that linked people based on DNA.
Francis entered his office, set down his mug. “Hershel Jones wants a minute.”
