Chapter 6
Trick woke Andy up even earlier the next morning. The sun was barely out, and the dog was scrabbling madly at the door, making a soft whuffing noise. At least Andy knew where he was as soon as he opened his eyes.
He whimpered a little as he stood up and his legs protested—he was no stranger to work, but fixing cars didn’t involve nearly as much time on his feet as bussing and washing dishes did, and his muscles were not pleased. The extra bottle of Advil had been an excellent decision. “What is it, Trick?”
Trick whined harder, then barked, and just after that, someone knocked on the door, a light, staccato rapping.
“Huh. Early warning system, huh?” Trick hadn’t acted like this when Scooter had knocked the previous day. Andy hesitated, but he wouldn’t be able to see through th
