Chapter Seven
I was out the door before Ramirez could utter another syllable, spouting a few choice words that would have made my mother’s toes curl in horror and was probably quite a sight as I marched into the Tempe Police Department, fists curled, hair flying, armed with an Alaskan Malamute.
The desk sergeant held up a hand in an attempt to cite some police regulation—something about animals not being allowed in government buildings unless being utilized in a service capacity—while I announced my intentions to find Leah and strode purposefully down the hallway. I got as far as the double doors leading who knew where before he gruffly grabbed my arm. Not liking the physicality of the gesture, Nicoh growled in warning and the sergeant’s eyes widened in surprise. Before the situation esc
