Foster blinks.
“That’s a start,” I add. “What else?”
“Damn, Mav.” He laughs, but it comes out rough. “I was joking.”
“I wasn’t.”
“I know. That’s the concerning part.”
“Name something else.”
His humor fades.
He looks down at his hands, the same hands that carried Olivia out of the fire, then back at me.
“I don’t need money,” he says. “I don’t need anything.”
“You saved my little girl.”
His expression shifts at that.
My little girl.
He heard it.
So did I.
I don’t take it back.
Foster nods slowly. “Then let me be there when we find whoever did this.”
The request settles between us.
Cold.
Clean.
Fair.
I look at him. “You want justice?”
His mouth hardens.
“No,” he says. “I want a front-row seat when you get yours.”
“We need to find them first,” I growl.
“That’s what I’m heading to do,” he says, walking toward the door. “I can’t believe someone is targeting an animal sanctuary. I’ll find them, Mav. Just be ready when I do.”
With pleasure.
“I’m sending you some contacts,” I say, following him out of the room. “Get in contact with my online security team and update them on what you know. They can help.”
“Will do,” he says. “I’ll see you later.”
Nodding, I turn and walk back to my family.
***Mia***
