"IT'S A CHILD, NICK." DEVON jumped out of the jeep, excitement soaring through her. "A little girl not more than five. Her parents were dead, but the little girl is alive. She was unconscious and buried deep under the rocks. She's dehydrated, but the medics think there's a good chance she'll live. They're airlifting her out to a hospital in Caracas."

"And we didn't find her." Nick was shaking his head as he came down the steps of the trailer. "My God, I thought we were safe leaving that side of the mountain."

"So did I," she said wearily. "Who could know? We shifted that rubble a dozen times. None of the dogs thought there was anyone there. She was buried so deep her scent must have been almost obliterated." But Marrok's dog, Ned, had known she was there. Astonishing…

Marrok.

She turned and started for the first-aid tent. "I'll be back after I check on the Lab. Go back to bed. I just wanted to let you know. Let everyone know. It's been too long since we found a survivor."

"That's for damn sure." Nick turned. "It's too late to go back to bed. I'll throw some clothes on and give Gracie her breakfast."

He was right. The first light of dawn was breaking over the mountain. Too late to sleep. They had to finish up the last search, then get packed up. She should be tired, but she felt wide-awake and zinging with energy.

They had found a child.

After days of despair, a miracle had happened. She was so grateful that the Lab had found the little girl that she was even feeling charitable toward Marrok. Not that she wouldn't still have him investigated. The presence of the rescue teams had to be carefully monitored; otherwise, it would pose a danger to both the dogs and handlers. She could tell Marrok had experience in the field, and he should realize that. She believed him when he said he hadn't been looting on that mountain, but whatever reason he'd had, he should have-