We start toward the SUV, and the dog remains at Gentry’s side, keeping pace with him. I stop walking. “We cannot keep the murder mutt,” I say to Gentry. Judging by the softness in his eyes, that’s exactly what he’s considering. Leana stops and turns to face me. “Why not? Look at all the dried blood in his fur. He’s one of us.” “Absolutely not!” I say. “We’ve already taken in a stray thief. We don’t need to add another complication to our lives.”
