Page 54 of Shenanigans

Laughter filled the motorhome.

There was a burst of static on the radio and a male voice said, “S40 to command.”

“Go ahead S40,” Lieutenant Wilson said.

“Got a caravan of high dollar cars westbound on Broadway.”

“Copy S40.” Lieutenant Wilson touched my arm. “Kandi, hold off on the skunks.”

I nodded and linked with the cat again. The sniper was long gone, and she was nursing her kittens.

“Drink this.” Dutch handed me another bottle of soda. “You’re still too pale.”

“It’s been an interesting day.”

“That it has.” Dutch massaged my tense shoulders. “And it’s not over yet.”

I managed not to moan as he worked the knots out. God, did he have great hands.

Tinkerbell howled and scratched the door frantically.

“I’m right here. I did not abandon you.”I hurried down the hallway and opened the door.

Arf?

Picking the Yorkie up, I kissed her head.“I would never leave you.”

Arf? Arf?

“The detective is here too, and yes, he might lick my mouth again.”

Tinkerbell growled.

Dutch held out a bowl of water. “Thirsty, girl?”

Woof.

“Is that a yes?” Dutch wanted to know.

I grinned. “It is.”

He placed the bowl on the floor.

I put Tinkerbell down, smiling as she eagerly drank the cold water.

“Dogs usually like me,” Dutch commented.

“Give her time, she’s had a rough couple of days.”

Dutch opened a drawer and pulled out a pack of beef jerky. “Hungry Tinkerbell?”

Tinkerbell barked and danced around Dutch.

“I bet you are.” He broke off a small piece and held it out to the Yorkie.

Tinkerbell politely took the jerky.

“S20 to command, the caravan is now southbound on seventy-fifth avenue,” a female voice called.

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