“Yeah. I’ll find us a place to eat.” He turned the car around.

After breakfast, they headed for Happy Valley. It was a one-hour drive.

Blair felt sleepy as the sameness of the roads and the vibration of the engine started to Lull her. But she fought the urge. She was afraid that if it got too quiet, Wesley would get sleepy too. He was up earlier than her, after all.

“Ever been to Happy Valley before?” she asked him, trying to stay awake.

“Sort of.”

“Huh?” ‘Sort of? Either you’ve been somewhere or you haven’t. What did

“sort of” mean?’

I got

Chasing a bad guy through Happy Valley?

looked at her and began recounting what

routine training, Wesley

years ago, Wesley found out

his fellow soldiers went there to catch

high in the air,

E L A ‘s L I B R A

months tracking him down. He wouldn’t let him run away. So he climbed onto the spinning Ferris wheel without a

The staff stopped the Ferris wheel, and Wesley started chasing the bad

time. There was one time, the soldier dodged to his right

he grabbed the wheel in time and climbed back

an hour later, Wesley and his coworkers caught the guy on the wheel. And he earned a merit citation and a medal thanks

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