Cavanaugh Reunion. Marie Ferrarella

have lost the device.

      Kansas frowned. She supposed she owed O’Brien for that.

      She looked around and saw that there was still one person with the police department on the premises. Not pausing to debate the wisdom of her actions, she hurried over to the man. She was fairly certain that the chief of detectives would know where she could find the incorrigible Detective O’Brien.

      “I could drop it off for you,” Brian Cavanaugh volunteered after the pretty fire investigator had approached him to say that she’d found Ethan’s cell phone.

      She looked down at the smoke-streaked device and gave the chief’s suggestion some thought. She was bone-tired, and she knew that the chief would get the phone to O’Brien.

      Still, she had to admit that personally handing the cell phone to O’Brien would bring about some small sense of closure for her. And closure was a very rare thing in her life.

      “No, that’s all right. I’ll do it,” she told him. “If you could just tell me where to find him, I’d appreciate it.” “Of course, no problem. I have the address right here,” he told her.

      Brian suppressed a smile as he reached into his inside pocket for a pen and a piece of paper. Finding both, he took them out and began writing the address in large, block letters.

      Not for a second had he doubted that that was going to be her answer.

      “Here you go,” he said, handing her the paper.

      This, he thought, was going to be the start of something lasting.