Chapter 8
Thomas was so wrapped up in his worry about Andre that he didn’t notice the stray curl into himself until the animal’s head was tucked between its front paws. Other than the noise it had made entering the yard, it had been completely silent, no whine for food, no whimper of potential discomfort. Even as his gaze swiveled back to it, the dog remained quiet, the only evidence something was wrong the contorted posture of its long, slim body.
Then it started to shake.
“Shit.” Thomas scrambled back to his feet and backed off. He should’ve known it was sick. That was probably why it had come into the yard in the first place. Someone had dumped an ill animal, and it had sought out civilization because it associated people with food and shelter. He should’ve just called the sheriff li
