Of course, to celebrate a day without dognappings, she and Frankie ducked into the alley next to the Bernard’s for a make-out session before he left for work. That Frankie. That tongue. At certain times, that was all she needed to smooth her edges. They argued a bit over his leaving her alone, but she reasoned the dogs were the targets. As long as she didn’t have a dog with her, she’d be safe. Besides, her ongoing investigation of the items she had sold hadn’t produced any other diamonds. She’d have to keep looking. Lucie made quick work of getting to Sammy’s to pick up her check. From there, she’d take a cab to the Lutzes’ to retrieve her car. Frankie had been reduced to taking the train home from work every night so she wouldn’t drive into the city alone in the morning. It seemed like overkill to her, but spending time with him would never be a bother. She pushed through the door at Sammy’s and the doggie bells on the door jangled. Jeanette stood along the sidewall restocking coats and collars.
