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Colt showed up to the veterinary clinic on Wednesday morning to find everything still and silent. He peered in the front window.
Nothing. The lights weren’t on, and no dogs were pacing the floor, looking for a treat.
He frowned, then looked at his watch. Nine a.m.
Maybe she’s still at home?
He drove the few blocks to her place, scowling when he saw that the windows were dark there, too. He walked up to the front door and heard the dogs bark a couple of times.
She was almost definitely home.
He raised his fist and knocked, whipping the dogs into a frenzy. He heard cursing come from inside, and then the dogs being scolded.
After a minute, the door slid open a crack, the chain keeping it from opening further. Rose pressed a bloodshot eye to the gap. She was totally disheveled, hair
