“Kendra here.” The woman’s voice was tinny but clear. Vic raised the phone to his ear. “Hey, Vic. What’s up?”
“You on duty?” he asked. Officer Kendra Jones worked for the Richmond City police. She was the only person Vic had ever told about his superpowers and how he got them.
“I’m at lunch,” she admitted. “Where do you need me to be?”
“Over here on Leigh Street, near that new movie place they’re building.” Edging around the Dumpster, Vic glanced in the darkness and saw bright eyes staring back at him. The dog scooted away and Vic knelt, the rest of his sausage held out like a peace offering. Cautiously, the dog inched forward, nose quivering. “I had a run in with some kids messing with a dog. I could use a hand.”
“Is the dog all right?” Kendra asked.
Vic shrugged. “Don’t know. It’s h
