Renee took out her phone and checked the time. Ten minutes had passed since Fiona slipped into the river.
Director Quincy clenched his fists, pacing back and forth anxiously.
Faye Wyatt went to the car and grabbed a few bottles of mineral water to pass around. She handed the last one to Director Quincy. "Old Man Quincy, stop pacing. Aren't you tired?"
"West," Director Quincy said in a low voice as he took the water. "I'm worried Fiona won't come back."
"If she doesn't come back, we'll just keep looking. Haven't we found so many already?" Faye Wyatt said, then raised an eyebrow. "But I have a feeling Fiona will definitely be back."
Director Quincy took a sip of water and asked, puzzled, "How can you be so sure?"
Faye Wyatt turned her head, her gaze landing on Renee. A gentle smile touched her eyes. "I have faith in Renee."
Director Quincy glanced over as well, the furrow in his brow relaxing slightly.
'That's right. I need to have faith in Renee.'
