10
LEAH
There was the whine… Kevin was on his way again. How did Brian know? Could he hear him? Smell him? Or was it some weird doggy instinct?
“You’re asleep on the job again,” I told Tanner.
“Huh?”
“Kevin’s gonna be here in three…two…one…”
“s**t,” he muttered under his breath and through a mouthful of what I very much suspected was chocolate muffin. Outside, rain fell in a steady drizzle, so he was back in the café again. “That mutt’s a freak.”
Brian leapt around as I hobbled across the living room to retrieve the damned wall mic, my ankle throbbing with every agonising step. The doctor said the swelling should have gone down by now, but two and a half days on, it was still the size of a watermelon and the colour of an eggplant. Tanner had promised to help me walk Brian this after
