Hugh held the corkscrew with the note pinned to it over the white bib on Raider’s breast. “And do you know what else? I’m gonna keep it!” He brought his right hand down hard. The left, which had been scratching Raider, now pinned the dog as he gave the corkscrew three hard twists. Warm blood jetted up, dousing both of his hands. The dog rattled briefly on the floor and then lay still. He would utter his stern and harmless bark no more.
Im gonna cry
