Bound to Be His ( The Archer Family 2)

"Oh, I'm sure you do." He chuckled. This from the woman who planned speeches to request vacation time. Her soliloquy on the badge was sure to be right up there with the "I Have a Dream" speech.

"You laugh, but are you really going to walk around town with that symbol on you?"

"You're right. You're a freedom fighter."

"Damn straight." She nodded, then grabbed her coffee cup from the counter and made for the door. "What would you do without me?"

"Probably a better job."

She leveled him with a glare before heading out the door, but he hung back, still trying to shake the weird uneasiness that had clung to his chest since the meeting had begun this morning.

This wasn't the first time a feeling like this had plagued him. Way back when it had just been him and his dad and his two little siblings, he'd always gotten this feeling when Andy or Matt was about to get sick or in trouble. And when he'd been in the Army, he'd felt this way, too. Just before trips into Kabul when they could never be sure what they'd find or what m

ight happen.

It was more than apprehension, and less than certainty. Suspicion, but not belief. And whatever it amounted to, the end result was that it made him uneasy.

Maybe he was missing something in this case. Something obvious he'd picked up on subconsciously. He reviewed the notes in his mind and leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, but nothing came.

Nothing.

And that was the worst part of all.