Downstairs, Zoey was still earnestly chasing the military puppy.
She clearly wanted to play with the little ball of fur.
But the puppy had other ideas and raced ahead of her, panting furiously.
His four short legs moved so fast they were almost a blur.
The man watched with interest for a while, then instructed, "Bring her up here. I believe her name is... Zoey."
Simon couldn't hide his surprise. "How did you know that?"
If he remembered correctly, the man's two previous encounters with her had both been brief.
Simon had been there when he delivered the drawing, and he hadn't heard anyone mention her name.
The man replied without emotion. "I saw it on her GPS ID bracelet while I was drawing her. Her name and her guardian's phone number were engraved on it."
Understanding dawned on
