There was a back entrance behind the restaurant. A rusting metal door opened onto an alleyway. It was from there, Flynn and Clara decided, their quarry would emerge, unawares, to lead them to his lair.
Flynn had no idea what to do with the information they’d glean from this expedition. Even if all went well and the guy was on foot and he led them to an apartment building, house, or yurt a few blocks away, what would they do then? The only thing Flynn could think to do was, again, talk to the guy.
Or maybe Clara had it in mind to kidnap the dog when they got their chance? Flynn actually didn’t mind the idea so much, outrageous as it was. After all, Barley was his, and taking him back wasn’t really stealing, was it?
“What do you have in mind?” he whispered to Clara. “A dognapping?” He lau
