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I was excited by the information the fireman had given me. We were on the right track, but I didn’t know how to prove it. I needed to talk to Daniel. He and I could hash this out and plan a course of action.
Looking at the dog that I was ninety-five percent certain was my guardian angel, I said aloud, “I need to talk to you. Can’t you make an exception and join me in my dreams or something? We have to figure out how to get justice for Macy’s family. That fire was not an accident.” My words sounded vehement because I felt so strongly about this. The little girl didn’t have anyone to stand up for her, so I intended to remedy that.
The dog blinked up at me as if willing me to read his mind. His tail flapped a few times as we gazed at each other. I couldn’t resist ruffling his soft ears
