Chapter Eight
Forty-five minutes later, Trescina put her blinker on and turned onto the long driveway leading to the Wyoming Rescue Center. The unease she had been feeling the last six months had grown stronger the closer she got to the rescue center. A quick glance at the clock told her that it was still early, but she knew there was someone here twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Heather and her eleven year old son, Zeke, lived in a comfortable ranch-style house behind the main center. There was also a small efficiency apartment in the center itself for students or staff to stay in case of an emergency.
Trescina pulled up out front. She felt better about her early arrival when she saw the lights on in the center and someone walked past the window. She shifted the Suburban into
