11 Chapter 11

“Exactly.” Donovan and the dogs went to a door at the far end of the building from where he and Jax had entered. “I’m going to walk them if you’d care to come along.”

“Not quite what you’re paying me to do, but sure.”

The door opened onto a paved lot which held two cars and an older van with a heavy screen separating the passenger seat from the back area. “This is what you use to do rescues?” Jax asked about the van.

“Yes.”

“It would make a good vehicle if you were planning on kidnapping someone,” Jax said. “Before you get upset, I was only teasing.” Which he had been. There’s a lot of things I’ll do. Kidnapping isn’t one of them.

“I would hope so,” Donovan replied with some asperity.

The dogs were eager to get moving; especially the one Donovan had named Argyle. She tugged the leash then looked back at the men as if to say, “What’s the hold up?”