Page 19 of Rules of Engagement

“Oh … but I ….”

Hooking Lucifer’s twenty-foot lead on to his collar, I smirk. “Don’t worry, City Mouse. You won’t miss a thing. You’ll be right behind me.”

“Okay.” She nods, and Lucifer leads the way to the search party.

Jorja

DING! A text hits my phone. It’s from Sidney.

Don’t forget to take pictures.

Don’t worry. I’m on the ground now. Lol.

Jocko dips his broad shoulders, letting the backpack swing to the ground as the sheriff holds out a plaid shirt. “Mr. Romano wore this yesterday.”

He takes it as he nods at me. “Jorja’s with you.”

“Sure.” The sheriff reaches down to grab the backpack. “I can take this too.” He gives it a tug, but it barely budges. “What do you have in here? Bricks?”

Jocko laughs as he scoops it up, carries it to the mule, and sets in down in the back. “Gear.”

He looks at me. “You all set?”

I nod. “Good luck.”

“We don’t need luck. We need a good scent.”

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