“Excuse me,” Lloyd repeated. She turned. “What?” “I have half a pastrami sandwich. When I heard the barking, I thought it might come in useful, so I got it from the car.” He handed her the sandwich, wrapped in plastic. “You just happen to have a sandwich around?” “I always pack an emergency sandwich, in case I get stranded someplace without food.” Which, judging by the man’s girth, did not happen very often.
