He gives me a look that clearly tells me he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying.
Fuck, even I don’t believe a word I’m saying.
It’s my last loop of the trail for the morning. We climb the final rise and soon I can see the patchy cabin roof come into view.
A little higher and I can see that the front door is open.
I’m a thousand percent sure I closed it before I left.
“f**k,” I growl under my breath.
I circle around and retrieve a gun from the shed. Then I go back to the front and carefully, slowly mount the steps.
I crane my neck into the house to peer through the half-open door. I’m expecting Lobo to be back, seeking the vengeance he wasn’t man enough to claim yesterday.
And then I hear a sing-song voice that makes my stomach turn.
Before I can react, the mutt races through the doo
