Cold Hearts. Sharon Sala

pretended disgust as he picked Bobo up in his arms. “Tell that to Bobo. He’s the one with the nervous bladder.”

      Carl chuckled as he reached over and patted the terrier’s head.

      “You’re the man, Bobo,” he said, and then he glanced up. “By any chance, have you seen anyone else on foot in this area in the past thirty minutes or so?”

      Reece’s heart skipped a beat. He was actually being questioned as a witness to his own crime. This couldn’t get much better.

      “Why? I see patrol cars at Miss Sherman’s house. Did something happen to her?”

      “No, she’s fine. Just a prank gone wrong,” Carl said. “So did you see anything or anyone suspicious?”

      Reece thought about pointing the finger at someone else and then at the last minute didn’t.

      “No, sir, I did not. Bobo and I were originally in the park. I just wound up here trying to catch him.”

      Carl nodded. “Okay. Just be on the lookout as you go back.”

      “Are we in any danger?” Reece asked, holding Bobo a little tighter.

      “I don’t think so, but just be aware.”

      “Yes, yes, we will,” Reece said, and hurried away.

      It wasn’t until he was back in the park that he began to grin. This had turned into a most interesting night. He gave the little dog a quick hug and kiss.

      “Good boy, Bobo, good boy.”

      Bobo yipped once.

      Reece was still smiling as he reached his vehicle. He put Bobo safely inside, then scooted in beside him and started the engine. It was time to get home and do a little work. Sunrise would be here before he knew it.