Chapter Eighteen
Beck
Jesse Franklin flashed a grin as he handed over Carrie Dodge’s cat. Herman eyed me as if he were annoyed with the entire matter. We had just spent a good hour maneuvering the cherry picker as he leapt from branch to branch in the tall spruce tree. Conveniently, Herman was an orange tabby cat. His bright fur helped us find him as he’d darted about in the upper branches of the tree.
I rubbed my knuckles under his chin, and he promptly set to purring.
Jesse chuckled. “Oh, now he’s pleased. Damn good thing I had gloves on. He was scratching like crazy up there.”
I looked down at Herman as he purred away and burrowed into my arms. “Let me drop this guy off, and we can head back to the station,” I said, glancing up at Jesse.
“Got it.”
I walked across the yard. Carrie
