SHE CARRIED JEF, NOW in his pajamas but not quite ready for sleep, into the family room where she was surprised to find Mel, sitting in her recliner, surrounded by files and papers. Boo, Dana’s normally hyper Boston Terrier, napped on the floor, beside her chair.
“Sorry, I thought you went upstairs to your office. I can take him up to his room.”
“Naw,” Mel waved a hand at the boy. “Let him play in here like he always does. I’m just trying to look through some stuff; see if anything jumps out at me.”
Dana put the toddler down. When Jef went over to the toy box, she moved up next to the recliner. Boo squirmed around but stayed put. “Can I help?”
Mel glanced up at her. “I don’t think so. I really don’t know what I’m looking for. I’ve got the old statements that were originally made by Chu
