Page 50 of Saved by Him

All these things matched the description I’d been given of Michael Farmer and Scott Browne, which meant that, unless something was off, these were the people I’d been looking for.

I glanced at my dash. I’d come with the intention to just do visual confirmation, but it hadn’t taken as long as I’d planned. It was a risk to make face-to-face contact without having a plan, but I was feeling a bit impulsive.

I waited until Michael took the little girl inside before I got out of the car. Scott had his back to me when I approached, and I shuffled my feet in the snow to let him know I was coming. He looked up from the small section of sidewalk he was clearing when I was only a few feet away and gave a little wave.

“Good afternoon.”

“Hi.” I gave him a wide smile. “Scott Browne?”

He frowned. “Do I know you?”

“Not exactly.” I kept my stance relaxed, my tone easy. “My name’s Rona Quick, and I’m a private investigator.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re that woman who called about some LGBTQ adoption foundation earlier today.”

I held up a hand. “I’m not here for any sort of legal thing. I don’t want to make any trouble for you and your family. Please, just hear me out.”

He glanced behind him, and I saw his hands tighten on the shovel. “All right.”

“Your daughter’s biological mother had numerous other children, and one of them hired me to find the others. She just wants to know her brothers and sisters. I promise you, she doesn’t want anything that will hurt her sister.”

He studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Why don’t you come inside so we can talk?”

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