Chapter Thirteen
Stan had taken Davy with him to wake Jodie. The guy had come a long way to see her and it seemed only right. He didn’t like it for reasons he wasn’t going to think about, but it was the right thing to do.
“She’s in the cage?” Davy looked at him in confusion.
Stan looked down at him and managed not to offer a “Where else would she be?” Didn’t the guy know anything about her? After waving Davy down to the last cage, Stan stopped at Bertram’s cage to start the morning ritual of brushing and feeding the seven dogs. A whispered Ruhig—Quiet—silenced the dogs’ usual morning noises of excitement to start the day.
“You slept here?” The tone of Davy’s shock carried easily along the line of cages.
He couldn’t make out Jodie’s reply, but it was notable for its brevity.
“Why woul
