Courage Under Fire. Sharon Dunn
Scotty gave a soft alert to a smell by the door. They hurried outside and back around the grounds before returning to the storage barn. The barking and baying of the other search dog reached her ears. That dog wasn’t headed in this direction. Either the other dog or Scotty had picked up on a false scent.
Scotty circled again, nose to the ground. Oscar nipped at the twirling dust in the sunbeams. Maybe the pup was too big of a goofball to be K-9 material. She suppressed a smile at the puppy’s antics.
Lani studied the barn, which had a loft on one end where bales of hay and bags of feed were stored. Scotty kept coming back to this barn for a reason.
“I checked up there. I didn’t see anything,” Noah said.
She handed Noah Oscar’s leash. “Hand him up to me when I get up there.” Even though the responding officer had said a search had been done, there were a thousand cubbyholes a kid could hide. And Brendan wouldn’t be able to hear people calling for him.
“I’m going to search that loft.” She climbed up the ladder. The platform was so stuffed with supplies she had to maneuver over the tops of the bags of feed to get to the corner. Lani sat down on a hay bale.
“Anything?” Noah’s voice came from below along with Oscar’s yipping and barking.
Lani sat very still as her eyes scanned every inch of the dark space. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the light. Again, she studied the shadows until her gaze landed about a foot from the far corner of the loft where what looked like tarps were tossed in a pile. Beneath the tarps she was able to discern the tips of a child’s fingers. Though she could not see a face or eyes she sensed that she was being watched.
Lani spoke. “Noah, can you get Oscar up here? And then run and get Brendan’s mom. I found him.”
“Sure.”
Shuffling sounds came from down below while Lani remained very still. To move toward the child might terrify him even more. She listened to her own heartbeat drumming in her ears. Oscar’s yipping grew louder. She turned to see Noah’s head as he placed the puppy on a pile of feed bags.
Oscar made his way across the treacherous landscape while Noah remained at the top of the ladder. Oscar wagged his tail as he drew closer to Lani. She gathered the pup in her arms before setting him down, and Noah left to fetch the anxious mother. Judging from the position of the fingers, Brendan was lying on his belly peeking out from beneath the tarp.
Oscar sniffed around, stepped over a pile of hoes and rakes and headed toward the tarps.
The puppy sat down then looked over at Lani. Lani gave him the hand signal to lie down. Oscar complied.
The seconds ticked by.
Slowly, little fingers came out from underneath the tarp and touched Oscar’s belly. Dragging his belly, Oscar moved closer toward the tarps and stuck his head in.
A giggle came out from beneath the tarp.
Tension left Lani’s body like a hundred birds taking flight. Though Oscar had broken the ice, she doubted that Brendan would trust her, a stranger. And she didn’t know sign language. Hopefully, Noah would be back with Brendan’s mom soon.
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