For the next two hours Garrett submerged himself in the words and pictures flashing across the wide screen of his monitor. He answered some e-mail and did a couple of minor website updates for clients. Before sitting down, he’d taken the blocking panel out of Mandy’s dog door so she could come and go as she wished. She’d made a foray or two outside, but always came back quickly to sprawl in her usual place under his desk.
He felt heavily tired, although still too wired from the past few days’ efforts to relax. They’d saved a number of trapped people and seen a lot of mangled bodies, past any hope of rescue except for burial. Some of those would haunt him for a while, bringing back memories he didn’t need. At least the successes outweighed the losses. For that, he was deeply thankful. It f
