Chapter Five
The next morning, Wilson called me early.
“The police are allowing us to open to the public,” he said, relief evident in his voice. “They must have gotten everything they needed yesterday. Although the basement will still be sealed off, of course.”
“That’s good,” I said. “I’ll pack Fitz up and we’ll be right there.”
“Yes, be sure to have Fitz back there. You’ll work on the advice column when you get in, then?”
Wilson was clearly totally enamored with his idea. It made me smile.
“I’ll be sure to make it a priority,” I promised. I knew what this assignment was going to mean—me doing plenty of research to ensure “Fitz” gave appropriate advice and included good references and resources for people who needed further help.
Fitz walked right into his carrier again and we heade
