Chapter 4Taggart finished his rounds at the local animal shelter when his phone rang. He slipped off his latex gloves by the front desk’s garbage can and used the hand sanitizer, mostly to mask the smell of the gloves, before he clicked accept on his call. He wasn’t shocked to see Joseph’s number on the display; no one else called him, and not even spammers ever waited as long as Taggart sometimes made Joseph wait before he answered the phone.
“Hey, man.” Taggart held the cell on his shoulder as he signed out from the volunteer log at the animal shelter.
Julia, the thirty-something woman who ran the place, smiled at him from behind the counter. She mouthed something to him he couldn’t comprehend. When Joseph started to speak very fast on the other line, Taggart had to pick his battles. H
