Chapter 13

Roy drove fast but within the speed limits and with care. He got there in about ten minutes. Sam breathed down his neck the whole way from the back seat, as if he was keeping his eye on the speedometer. “You’re a police dog all right, aren’t you, Sam? Hey, I’m driving safe. Cut me some slack!”

He pulled in behind a couple of cruisers. They sat empty, but the lights revolved on the roofs in monotonous flashes of red and blue. Then he saw a couple of uniformed officers by the main entrance. When someone approached, they stopped the man. As all three gestured, he could hear raised voices, but couldn’t make out any words. It looked like the cops were not letting anyone inside.

Sam had his forelegs over the seat back now, since Roy’s car did not have the barrier installed to confine the dog to the rear like in Craig’s police SUV. The dog’s ears were up stiff and his nose twitched. His tongue slid out and dampened his dark muzzle, then retreated.