17
Paul tossed and turned all night. In his dreams, he was sharing a plate of pasta with Dani. At first light, he jumped out of bed, anxious to get the day started. Today was the first real step to bringing her home.
His cell rang, and he grabbed it off the counter. “Hello?”
“Hey,” Pad was on the other end. “Have you heard anything yet?”
“Not yet. I expect Walker will stop in to the station this morning if he connected the dots.”
“Okay, see you in a while.”
Paul got ready for his shift. He leaned against the counter, picturing Dani laughing and smiling.
He pulled himself out of the sweet memory; time for work.
Paul and Pad reviewed the previous night’s lack of activity. It made for an easy morning. Sometimes, small-town living had its perks.
“Ready to head out on patrol?” Pad stud
