he began to work on the pads underneath.
i could feel my shirt sticking to my back. you're stalling for time. i said. i scooped him upand headed for the next pier. and there we were at the corner garage.
trucks were all over the place. panel trucks, front loaders, and a couple of flarbeds.
max's claws dug into my shoulder.
come on, I said. it's daytime. we'll just take a look. we can always scoot ourselver out of here.
and then i saw it. lumber jack on the side. same color. i told max. same flag . same truck.
max closed his eyes.
a man was coming out of the garage with a pail of soapy water. Jack was tattooed in blue on one arm. A red heart was tattooed on the other. i almost began to run . i didn't want to bive max back, not to a guy who used his skin for a coloring book.
max must have felt the same way. he plastered himself against my shirt.
i didn't run. i planted both feet on the path.
the man looked up. he didn't look bad, not like a killer. but who knew what a killer looked like anyway.
your cat. i tried to sound as if i didn't care.
the man began to wash the truck with hugs swipes of the brush. i have a german shepherd, he said. he'd eat that guy for lunch