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still have herpes?”
     
    Woody squinted at him. “I don’t think that ever goes away.”
     
    “Ever?”
     
    Woody shrugged. “Just don’t let her drink out of your cup.”
     
    Rory nodded, dropping his gaze to the driveway and looking back up. “How’s Kate doing?”
     
    Woody’s face slumped. “Oh no, that baby back rib is all mine, dude!”
     
    Rory glanced across the street to a man getting out of a gold colored van with fancy stenciling swirling across its side. “You and Kate work together. Trust me, Woods, you don’t want to cross that line. Things will get creepy real fast.”
     
    “Hey, I’m not the one who has a problem with it, but I think tonight might be my shot. I’ve been getting this weird vibe from her ever since she dumped her boyfriend last month.”
     
    “So it’s settled then,” Rory replied, waving to the man, who waved back. “I’ll go for Kate and you get Ashley.”
     
    Woody’s jaw dropped. “What now?”
     
    Rory nodded to the backyard and began walking.
     
    Woody sat on the trunk for a moment longer, watching the tall man disappear through the funeral home’s grand front doors. “ Speakin of creepy.”
     
    Rory glanced over his shoulder and followed Woody’s gaze. “Connor? He’s okay.”
     
    “Bet he puts lipstick on dead people with his pants off.”
     
    Rory laughed out loud and resumed his course to the backyard. “Why do you say that?”
     
    Woody took a couple of hurried steps to catch up. “My sister said he was stalking some chick she worked with at the Longhorn.”
     
    “Your sister talks shit about everyone,” Rory replied, unlatching the gate in the wooden privacy fence.
     
    “Said he was waiting by the chick’s car when she got off work one night,” Woody continued, following Rory into the backyard, where the German Shepherd immediately began bounding around the pool and into the plush green grass.
     
    “Seriously?” Rory said, kneeling down to greet the large dog. “That’s a good boy!” he laughed, as Scout flicked his wet tongue across his cheeks.
     
    “I guess he drove off just before she got to her car,” Woody said, scratching Scout behind his long furry ears.
     
    Rory stood back up and started for the large patio door. “Come on, boy,” he said, tapping his leg. Scout trotted along at his side, his tail wagging back and forth a million miles an hour.
     
    “Then she died.”
     
    Rory stopped and turned. The sun bounced off the blue pool water, casting dancing sparkles onto their faces while a lone siren howled in the distance. Scout took a seat in the grass and patiently waited, his tongue lolling out the corner of his mouth as he looked around the yard and panted. Rory frowned. “She died?”
     
    Woody nodded.
     
    Rory shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand. “And what, your sister thinks Connor had something to do with it?”
     
    “No, the girl had some kind of brain aneurism or something. Probably from eating too much of the Longhorn’s shitty food.”
     
    Rory’s expression fell. “Bullshit.”
     
    “Swear to God.”
     
    “Do you want me to sick Scout on you? Is that what you want?”
     
    Woody chuckled. “That old joke again? That dog runs from bunnies.”
     
    Rory turned to Scout and pointed hard at Woody. “KILL!”
     
    Scout stared at Rory and panted, unable to grasp the concept of pointing. He nudged Rory’s hand with a cold nose and barked once.
     
    “See?” Woody smiled.
     
    “If I had given him the real attack command, you’d be…”
     
    Woody held up a hand to stop him from going any further. “Dead before I hit the ground. Yeah, yeah.”
     
    Anger stole across Rory’s face. “He could stop a Terminator if he wanted to!”
     
    Scout yawned and ran his tongue around the edges of his snout.
     
    Woody arched an eyebrow. “There is no attack command and there never has been. When are you going to give it up?”
     
    “Oh, there’s an attack command. Just pray you