Chapter 15
“So you can’t tell me where she is? Her picture’s on the website.” Flynn spoke to a woman at the front desk of the Seattle animal rescue. She was cute, pixie haircut dyed cobalt blue with strands of fuchsia and round hipster glasses that virtually screamed Warby Parker. She tapped on the keys a few more times as he stood there, and Flynn honestly believed she was doing it just for show.
“If you’re interested in the dog, I can contact her foster owner and let her know. Then we can arrange a visit. Easy-peasy.” She looked up from the monitor and smiled. “It’s just that I can’t give out our foster parents’ personal information. You can understand that, right? It makes sense,” she said, nodding, agreeing with herself. “Security.”
“Yeah. I guess it does.” Flynn shifted his gaze to
