June smiled then scrunched up her face, “I did some research on you once we’d decided who to hire. You actually own the company, you aren’t a subsidiary.”

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June smiled then scrunched up her face, “I did some research on you once we’d decided who to hire. You actually own the company, you aren’t a subsidiary.”

Nigel nodded, “That’s true.”

“Pretty risky starting a new company…”

“Not really. I know what I’m doing, and I only hire the most qualified applicants. I’ve been involved in search and rescue for years so it wasn’t long before word got around I’d started my own company and I had a steady stream of clients.”

“Still say it takes guts determination and giving it your all especially in the beginning.”

“Definitely true on that but I had a head start because I know people, crossed paths with plenty of individuals who clearly remembered me and there are a variety of agencies that look for assistance.”

“Ever have difficulty with other search groups out there?”

“No, the reality is, unfortunately, there aren’t enough qualified men to keep up. People get lost more often than you’d think. Too often searches are called due to inclement weather, time or money and a family can’t let it go, they are desperately in need of closure.”

“You ever found someone you didn’t expect could be found?”

“Yes, I’ve solved a few. Sometimes it can be good news, sometimes it’s simply tragic. There’s nothing worse than having a family member disappear off the face of the earth…the despair of not knowing eats away at the family forever.”

The day dragged slowly by; lack of sleep wasn’t helping.  Even their heightened state of awareness and hypervigilance wasn’t helping.  June was on edge; it showed in her movements that weren’t as fluid as usual. 

“I doubt he’ll show himself again, not this soon,” Nigel commented.

“What makes you say that?”  June asked with a quick look at Nigel.

“He wanted to make a point.  He wanted us on edge, looking over our shoulders, his goal was slowing us down.”

“You think we’re getting close then, Nigel?”

“We’re getting close to something, but what I don’t know.”

June bent to smell a particularly beautiful flower just as a shot rang out and Nigel threw himself on top of her squashing her to the ground.  “Stay down!” he whispered urgently.  Slowly rising to his knees, pulling his piece from under his shirt, he checked each direction.  The shot hadn’t been aimed at them but at someone else.

Staring up into his eyes she whispered, “This is becoming a habit,” and smiled.

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