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“Get off me. I’m a cop,” Dutch bellowed.

Two more guards piled on top of Dutch. In the scuffle his badge was kicked away.

I picked it up, stuffed it in my clutch and said loudly, “He doesn’t look like a cop to me. Wasn’t he panhandling down on McDowell?”

“He was. The nasty man tried to get in my car,” Jana replied huffily and snagged his gun.

Enrique whispered, “The Chief of Police is headed this way.”

“Time for a tactical retreat,” I said.

Jana countered, “Only the guilty flee.”

“No one is going anywhere. The police have the exits blocked off,” Enrique added.

I was feeling a mite thirsty. “Champagne anyone?”

Woof. Woof.

“Caviar? You’re sure you want to eat fish eggs?”

Arf. Arf.

“Smells good, huh?”

Woof.

“Okay. I’ll get you some caviar.”

Tinkerbell did a happy dance.

Jana grinned at the Yorkie’s antics. “What did she ask for?”

“Caviar.”

“That dog has good taste,” Jana replied.

We trooped over to the buffet table.

Chapter Seven

“The asshole is heading our way,” Jana warned.

Tinkerbell growled.

I glanced over my shoulder. Dutch’s furious blue eyes were locked on me. “Think he knows I have his badge?”

“No, but I bet he wants his gun back,” Jana said, quickly dropping Dutch’s Ruger on the ground.

Tinkerbell peed on it and gave me a doggie grin.

“Aw. You read my mind. You’re such a good girl.”I pushed the pistol under the table with my foot.

A smitten look on his face, Enrique sighed, “I wouldn’t mind trying out his love muscle.”

“Dude, you gotta have higher standards,” I quipped.

Jana laughed. “The man is sex on two legs, but I think it’s best if we stay far, far away from him.”

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