precinct, the puppy slept in a cardboard box lined with an old fleece jacket beneath Daniel’s desk. The exhausted dog only woke to eat the chicken Daniel had bought from the deli across the street.
Meanwhile, the investigation moved quickly. Before she had been heavily sedated at the hospital, Clara provided Detective Morales with a description of her attacker—a man who had tried to snatch her purse on the trail. When she fought back, he had dragged her off the path and shoved her down the embankment, leaving her for dead.
What the mugger hadn’t counted on was the fierce loyalty of a tiny, three-month-old German Shepherd. Clara told them that Pip had bitten the man’s ankle during the struggle, distracting him long enough for her to kick free, though the fall had knocked her unconscious. The torn piece of fabric around Pip’s neck was a remnant of her scarf;
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