If only Thor had alerted to the scent, she might have hesitated. But with both dogs catching it…
That’s when she had an idea.
She pulled Thor back, much to the dog’s dismay, then slipped the release on his harness. The moment before he took off, she whispered “Fassen! Ruhig!” Attack! Silent!
The small dog raced after the target, and in a dozen very small bounds, lunged at the back of Mr. Black Wool Coat. He grabbed a mouthful, then dug in all fours and yanked.
Because Thor hadn’t made a sound, the man almost fell over backward in surprise.
His briefcase fell to the ground as he tried to turn and see what was going on.
Japanese. Five-seven. Black hair to just above the ears. Particularly prominent cheekbones. Squinting against the bright sun—now in his face—his left eye closed first.
