Spy Night on Union Station (EarthCent Ambassador, #4)

by E.M. Foner

The old war dog had successfully trained Clive to serve as a source of snacks, so it was strange that he hadn’t put in a showing yet.

Beowulf stretched and nodded, thinking, the sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll get back. Back from the W - A - L - K. After which you owe me a B - E - E - R.