“I’m no bleeding heart, but Lily was more than a paycheck to me, and there were still too many loose ends to let any of them go. When I’d walked in Wednesday morning, Lily had been barking like mad and running free. Right away, even before I’d seen Charles, I’d known something was wrong. For starters, Lily should have been in her crate. That’s where she goes each night. Where she spends the greater part of the day, and that’s where she should have been that morning, waiting for our weekly sessio...n. Don’t get on me. I said crate, not cage. It might look small to you, but to her it looks like security. We’re talking a hard-luck bitch here. A girl who’s seen too much of open space in the form of cold dirt yards. Too much of “freedom” in the sense of fend for yourself when the scraps are thrown. And if those scars around her neck and ears were any indication, she’d valued the privacy, too. Nice to be able to sleep without worrying who might be coming for you.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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