said. âNo, donât move, let me see that nothingâs broken.â
âIâmâ¦Iâm good,â the kid said, tears in his eyes, so much bravery in his voice that Jess was moved. But then the boy snarled, âLet go of me, fucker!â
So much for boyish self-control. Jess said, âYou got it. Can you sit upâ¦good. Now tell me what happened. Weâre from Animal Control and 911 said that a dog bit two kids.â
âHe did?â The boyâs eyes grew wider, his tough-guy stance abandoned again. âDuke bit the twins? Are they all right?â
"I don't know," Jess said. Suzanne had said one of the kids might be dead. âWhatâs your name, son? Do you live here?â
âA.J. Wright. Yes. Thatâs my dadâs dog, heâs not supposed to be in the house, Mom says so, but Dad likes to bring Duke in and show how he can control him. Whereâs my mom and dad?â
âThey took the twins to the hospital. You werenât here?â
âNo, I was sleeping over at Bobbyâs, I just came home and went in the house andâ¦â
âSteady now, itâs all right.â Now Jess remembered seeing the rusty bike propped inside the fence. A.J. had come home, heard the dog inside, and assumed his dad was putting the pit bull through its paces, showing off his leader-of-the-pack authority in front of his young kids. After the dog went crazy and attacked, nobody had given a thought to A.J. Their only concern had been to get the bite victims to the hospital.
Billy had expertly wrapped the dog in a tarpâthey were going to run out of those soonâand now he said cheerfully, âOkay, Jess, grab the other end of this andâoh, oh, we got company. Bit late, huh?â
Police sirens screamed outside. Sheriffâs department, most likely Ames and Hatfield.
âBetter late than never,â Billy said, âbut boy am I going to rile olâ Paulie for this one. Here when the actionâs all over. Boy oh boy.â
â Iâll talk to them,â Jess said, and Billy grinned.
âGuess youâre right. I can deal with Fang here aloneâainât like the son-of-a-bitchâs going to attack anybody else. Right between the eyes. Damn, Iâm good.â
» 8
When Tessa got home from D.C., Minette greeted her amid the mess of unpacked boxes in her new house. Tessa had moved in less than a week ago. The townhouse on Capitol Hill wasnât even sold yet; all this had been an impulse move, borne of the intense need to get out of D.C. after she quit the FBI. Away from her anger at the Bureau, away from her memories of Salah, away from her raw grief. Unfortunately, it hadnât worked.
Still, the Cape Cod on Farley Street, a few blocks off Main, was comfortable and pretty, and Tyler still retained enough small-town character to seem worlds away from Washington. A bridge loan from the bank was carrying her over the transition between house deals. And real-estate prices being the insane thing they were in D.C., she would come out with enough money to live on while Salahâs will cleared probate andâmore importantlyâwhile Tessa decided what to do with the rest of her life.
âHey, Minette, hey, good dog. Did you miss me?â
Minette, not a well-trained beast, jumped on Tessa. The tiny poodle reached only to her knees and weighed seven pounds, an elegant little bundle of silvery fur and huge black eyes. Tessa dropped to the floor and ran through the pantomime of attacking, retreating, growling at Minette. The dog loved it. No one else ever saw this side of Tessaâexcept Salah, who had been enormously amused.
Tessa tired of the game before Minette did. The poodle followed her to the bedroom, also filled with boxes, and watched as Tessa changed into jeans and sweater. Then Tessa tackled a pile of cardboard, but her mind wasnât on the task.
Why were her name and Salahâs on intel chatter in
David Levithan, Rachel Cohn