Chapter Nineteen
It was unheard of to become approved as foster parents in two days, but that was exactly how long the process took for Chase McCabe and Rose Wilcox. He’d contacted a friend in Washington who was an aide for an Oregon congressman, who contacted a senator, who made a call to someone in the CPS office, a high-ranking official who’d moved mountains and hurried the process along. That basically meant dust hadn’t collected on any part of the process, and Child Services hadn’t been given time to drag their feet.
The home inspection, record checks, and applications had happened in one day and had been rubber stamped. Once again, Chase appreciated that knowing people in higher places allowed him to cut through all the unnecessary bureaucratic bullshit. No one delayed, and as soon
