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“This is how we found it, sir.” The military policeman on the front step of his house pushed open the front door. It had taken Eric twenty-six hours to get home, and that was with everyone pulling strings and creating miracles. A chopper had taken him to the base in Germany, and he’d hitched a ride out on a military transport plane. The entire time, he hadn’t slept a wink. Between worrying about his children and what happened to Abby, Eric had barely held it together during the rough and very long flight. A car had picked him up, and now it was late afternoon and he didn’t have a clue what day it was, but he stared at a shattered lamp, an upended coffee table, books and papers scattered everywhere, and the baby swing on its side.
He stepped inside and walked into the kitchen, flicking
