“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Bob asked. “Bed. Early day tomorrow. New case.” “And the temple dog is staying here why?” “Because I don’t want to leave him all by his lonesome,” I said. “If I take him with me I think Mister would eat him after I went to sleep.” “Dammit, Harry, I’m a voyeur, not a veterinarian.” I scowled. “I need shut-eye.” “And I get to babysit the dog?” “Yeah.” “My job sucks.” “Form a union,” I said heartlessly.
