Diesel’s growl continued, and I watched the stranger standing just inside the entrance while every instinct in my body told me something was wrong.
The man looked completely ordinary, because he wore jeans, a dark jacket, and work boots, while his motorcycle looked like the kind of bike we serviced every day.
Still, Diesel did not seem convinced.
The dog moved closer to the entrance, his body stiff and his eyes fixed on the stranger.
“Diesel, come here.” I said and he glanced at me but did not move.
The stranger gave me an uncomfortable smile.
“Is he always like this?” He asked.
“No. He usually likes people.” I said, keeping my eyes on him and the man's smile disappeared.
“I was hoping you could service my bike.” He said as I glanced toward the motorcycle parked outside.
“What kin
