If someone else had given him this task, he might have been able to brush it off. After all, he was the chief. It was normal to delegate such requests to his subordinates, and by the time the person came back, he could have one of his least favorite officers take the blame. Problem solved—everyone would understand that he was powerless to help. If they still pushed him, it would be clear they were picking a fight.
But Mrs. Vivian was different. Neither her husband nor her own power and influence were things Pronto could dismiss. He was certain that if he didn't find these three people soon, he'd be in serious trouble. Trouble, after all, meant losses.
It could mean a loss of money, his badge, or something even more important.
As Pronto called over two officers, sharing his frustration, Shaun, who had just woken up, came down from the second floor yawning. He rubbed his eyes, wiping away the remnants of sleep from the corners.
