but docile dogs in their arms.
“Hold it right there,” the giant rumbled, his voice like grinding stones.
I stopped, raising both hands in surrender. My chest was heaving, not from the short run, but from the crushing weight of the shame blooming in my throat.
“I’m not calling the cops,” I managed to choke out, keeping my hands visible. “I know what you’re doing. They were on the kill list for tomorrow morning, weren’t they?”
The big man didn’t relax his stance, but his eyes narrowed, studying my face under the pale glow of the single streetlamp. “If you know that, then you know you need to turn around and go back to bed, mister. We’re just taking out the trash. Nothing for you to see here.”
“That’s not trash,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I looked at the little brown terrier. Pepper had her head tucked under
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