A Mommy in Mind. Arlene JamesЧитать онлайн книгу.
wanted to destroy records.”
“Yeah. I’d say that was pretty much the idea.”
“In other words,” Lori surmised, “Tiny Blessings still has an enemy out there, and with the files destroyed, it’s going to be tough to figure out who it is.”
Ross leaned in close, murmuring, “Off the record?”
Lori nodded and for emphasis clicked her pen to retract the writing point. “Sure.”
“We didn’t lose much. Months ago I began systematically scanning all the files and backing up the entire computer system on a daily basis.”
“But that’s good, isn’t it? Why keep it off the record?” Lori asked.
“It’s good for us,” Ross pointed out. “Maybe not so good for the perpetrator. No point letting him or her know that this little exercise wasn’t successful.”
“Maybe that way there won’t be a repeat performance,” Lori said. “I understand, and thank you for trusting me with this information.”
“I didn’t want you to worry that Lucia’s records had been destroyed,” he told her, his dark eyes full of compassion.
She knew her smile was wan, but it was the best she could do at the moment. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I’m just not sure it’ll make any difference.”
“We’ve heard about the custody suit,” he said. “I’m sorry, and I know Kelly is, too.”
Lori tried to smile. “Thanks again. I was hoping to speak to Pilar about it, but obviously that’s not going to happen, so I guess there’s no point in me hanging around here. At least I got the story first. If you’ll just give me a few more particulars, I’ll be on my way.” She tapped the notebook with her ink pen.
“No problem,” Ross said, leading her back into the inner offices. “I’ll let you take a look around, too, if you like, but don’t go running off until you’ve spoken to Kelly. I know she wants to tell you something.”
Taking heart from that, Lori did her job and followed him through the dripping rooms right to the scene of the crime.
“I’m afraid there isn’t much we can do,” Kelly said, perched on the edge of her painfully neat desk. She wore a short-sleeved, straight sheath dress that did not quite disguise the slight bulge of her pregnancy. Her warm brown eyes telegraphed sympathy, while the neat twist of her artfully streaked blond hair provided a poised, professional appearance, a welcome counterpoint to the chaotic noises coming from behind the closed door to her office.
Thankfully, the private offices of the adoption agency had escaped the deluge since the fire hadn’t gotten hot enough to set off the sprinklers in this portion of the building, which not only meant that the agency wouldn’t have to shut down operations completely but that Lori and Kelly could meet in relative comfort and privacy.
Sitting in a wing-backed chair, Lori nodded glumly. “I understand.”
“We’re still convinced that you are a wonderful mother for any child,” Kelly went on, “and we’ll back up that judgment in court. That is, if you’ve decided to fight for Lucia.”
“I don’t think I can do anything else,” Lori said softly.
“In that case…” Kelly picked up a business card from the blotter on her desk and leaned forward, pressing it into Lori’s hand. “On a strictly personal level, I heartily recommend this woman. She’s a fine attorney. Family law is her specialty, and she works on a sliding-fee scale. I think you’ll find her compassionate and knowledgeable, and I’ve told her that you might be calling.”
Lori looked down at the card and then back up at Kelly, forcing a smile. “Thank you.”
“I wish we could do more,” Kelly said, spreading her hands in a gesture of helplessness, “but we’re officially neutral in cases like this. Thankfully, they’re rare. I’m so very sorry that your situation is proving the exception.”
“I really wish I understood why,” Lori whispered.
Kelly leaned forward again and slipped an arm around Lori’s shoulders. “Just keep trusting God, and know that we’re praying for you.”
Lori nodded and slid the business card into her shoulder bag. “It’s good to know I have Christian friends to support me.”
Kelly patted her shoulder. “I think you have more friends than you know, and however this turns out, we’ll be here for you.”
Lori got up, trying to smile, and took her leave with the comment that she had to hurry to work and write her story about the break-in and fire. It was to Kelly’s credit that she didn’t ask Lori to downplay the event, but then surely Kelly knew that Lori would be fair.
As she was leaving the building, Lori noticed that the competition had arrived in the form of a television van and reporters from two other local papers. One of them, Alton Kessler, had penned some of the most lurid accounts of the agency’s past troubles.
Also on the scene was Florence Villi. The plump, saturnine cleaning lady at Tiny Blessings brushed past Lori on her way inside, her mousy brown hair caught up at the back of her head in a short, thin ponytail. No doubt she had been called in to help with the cleanup. She’d have a big job ahead of her, even with the fire contained to a single room.
Glancing back at the eighteenth-century stone front of the graceful old former bank building, Lori thought of all the photos that lined the walls of the adoption agency. What a tragedy it would be if Tiny Blessings lost pieces of its heritage to this dastardly act. Tragedy, it seemed, hung like a pall over everything lately.
Suddenly the words of the 44th Psalm came to mind.
For our soul has sunk down into the dust;
Our body cleaves to the earth.
Rise up, be our help, and redeem us for the sake of
Thy loving kindness.
Hurrying toward her car, Lori prayed that the attorney Kelly had recommended would be her salvation. She called from her cell phone for an appointment even before she pulled away from the curb.
Ramon laid aside the newspaper and looked up at the television mounted high in the corner behind the counter in the Starlight Diner. He reached for the coffee cup that the waitress had just refilled. The news this morning was all about the break-in and fire at the Tiny Blessings Adoption Agency.
“Pity, isn’t it?”
Turning his head, he encountered none other than Lori Sumner herself. Considering that he’d just finished her account of the crime, he might have conjured her out of thin air. Her simple black slacks and matching turtleneck should have lent her a masculine air. Instead they seemed to heighten her femininity. With her sleek, golden-brown hair caught at the nape of her neck, her light green eyes took on breathtaking brilliance. Clearing his throat, he hastily set aside his cup and got to his feet.
“It certainly is.”
“I hope Pilar isn’t too upset by it all.”
“So do I. It’s the last thing she needs right now.”
His sister’s pregnancy was beginning to take a toll on her energy. She wouldn’t complain, of course, having feared that she might never conceive, which was one reason she and her husband, Zach, had decided to adopt right after they’d married. Now, with two preschoolers and a baby on the way, Pilar had her hands full. But her dedication to her work at the adoption agency would never waver, hence Ramon’s concern.
Lori glanced at the newspaper he had just laid aside. “I see you’ve read my piece.”
Smiling to himself, he smoothed his tie with one hand. He had to hand it to her. Of all the accounts of the break-in and fire that he had heard or read, hers was the most incisive.
“You write a fair, detailed,