He nodded.
Carol stood and checked her watch. "I have to get back. You coming?"
He reached out and clasped her hand. "I'm not sure." He looked at the hawk. "I think I need to find a little girl and her mommy."
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Katty pushed Bea in the grocery cart. Her heart pounded. "We need things to snack on. Quick and easy." She grabbed two bags of potato chips, one bonus bag of pretzels. Jitters told her to run. "What do you want, Bea? Cereal?"
At the word, cereal, Bea's head popped up. "Please, Mommy? Please? Cheerios? Honey Nut Cheerios? Please?" Bea kicked her feet. "And roni and cheese, Mommy." She pointed. "That one!"
Katty rubbed her temples. No headache please—not today. "No, I think we'd better have liver or ... " She whispered to Bea, nose to nose. "We have to buy st
