He barked at me as I approached. I shot a quick glance at the sky but didn’t spot another drone. “Skippy and Sparky—the A-Team,” I grinned, getting into the back seat. “More like Scooby-Doo,” Sparky laughed. “If he’s some kind of Eskimo hound, shouldn’t he like whale blubber or something? This mo...
I suddenly remembered Skippy. “He’s being taken care of by a friend,” said Mary Catherine. “Whose friend?” I asked. “Yours,” Mary Catherine replied. “Your girlfriend, the vet.” “Jane?” “She called 911 and reported you missing. She was directed to me,” Izzy recounted. “She said she was your girlfr...