A Father For Danny
I find things, not people," Samantha Sorrenti repeated. "Things like rare books or antique coins. Art objects. Once I even had to search for an original Winnie the Pooh Teddy Bear." She grinned, hoping to lighten the mood. His brown eyes didn't flicker. Sam sighed. "What you want is a private investigator. Did you check the Yellow Pages?"
"Your Web site says you find anything."
"Anything. Not anyone."
"It didn't say you just look for stuff like old books."
"I'm sorry, but I really can't help you. My advice is to check out an agency."
He stared at her for a long, painful moment. Then he pushed his chair back and got to his feet so abruptly that it toppled over. The clatter echoed in the small room. When he reached the doorway, he turned around.
"I can't afford a private detective. Your ad says you don't charge anything unless you find it."
It! she felt like shouting. "Why the urgency? I mean, you could probably find him through the Internet yourself."
His face darkened. "I don't have time for that."
"But it might take only a few weeks and it's free. How can you lose?"
He took a step toward the desk. "How could I lose?< ... read full excerpt from A Father for Danny ebook
