None of that really mattered if there was someone still alive at the end of this blood trail. First things first. Patrol Officer Orley Tanner was not the kind of cop who traded common sense for John Wayne theatrics. He had no intention of just waltzing right up to that store without the slightest idea of what he was dealing with. And he had no intention of leaving anyone, either victim or aggressor, to bleed to death in the shadows.
He walked, and as he walked the tyrannosaur waited.
Tanner"s mind turned over like a low-compression engine. If a siege became necessary, then it would come only after back-up had arrived and negotiations had failed. His duty was to protect and serve, not overcome and destroy—or to be destroyed.
The tyrannosaur poised. Waiting ...
To protect and serve. That
