“Hello! Where are you guys?”
“That’s Ed,” Brendan said.
Troy had completely forgotten about Coach and the senior councilman in his haste to rescue his son.
“I’ll go find them and bring them here,” Brendan said, leaving the room.
As he worked, Troy found it hard to stay calm. Why would one of the sotans steal George and hide him in this dark and dingy place? There’d been no ransom note, no nothing. When he got his hands on whoever was responsible he’d…
George’s cries got louder.
“Sorry, little buddy. Dada’s not mad at you.” Again Troy had to tamp down on his anger.
Suddenly the lights came on and Troy was momentarily blinded.
“Wow, you found him,” Coach said, approaching the desk. “Is he okay?”
Troy nodded as he finished fastening the tapes on the clean diaper.
“He looks okay,” th
