Chapter Nine
Wolf woke Rigger early the next morning, ready to go outside. The puppy was finally housebroken, and Rigger didn’t want the dog to backslide into his old habit of making little puddles on the floor. He dressed quietly and went to the kitchen, with Wolf at his heels. He started a pot of coffee, enough for two. It would be ready when they came back in, then maybe he and Katrina could have a little talk.
The sun wasn’t up yet, but the dark clouds showed patches of gray. Snow continued to fall, and more than twelve inches had accumulated. The wind had died, leaving huge drifts at every lamppost and trashcan.
“Must have snowed all night,” Rigger whispered to the dog as he closed the front door of the apartment building behind him.
The puppy leapt into the snow just as he did ev
