The first time Cedric saw the little girl, she was staring at him from a raised pile of limestone in the middle of the dig site, her yellow sundress waving in the hot July breeze.
He immediately let off the stick and stepped off the pedals, bringing the excavator to a halt mid-scoop.
This wasn’t a bring-your-daughter-to-work-day kind of job site. He went through four levels of armed security to get to the dig at the top of the mountain every morning. How the hell had the little girl got there in the first place?