“I have a request,” Growl said quietly. “Okay.” What could I possibly do for him? He peered down at Coco and Bandit. “Will you take care of my dogs in case anything happens to me?” I frowned. “Nothing will happen to you. We’ll all go to New York together.” “You should be looking forward to the prospect of my death,” he rasped. “I’m sure you’ve wished for it often.”
