Someone had broken in while he was talking to the canyon’s residents. Who knew what else they’d done? The interior of his vehicle was bare. Marshall turned off the engine and sat in his car trying to calm himself. He felt violated. After a few minutes he regained his composure and he let his hands handle the newspaper once again. George sat quietly sniffing the air, sensing something was wrong, but waiting for his roommate to take the lead. Marshall looked at George and just shook his head. “This is getting weirder and weirder. If you want out now, I won’t hold it against you. Really, I mean who knows what else is going to happen. This can get dangerous. I won’t think any less of you if you decide to leave.” George sat panting with his head cocked to the side. “Okay, good. I was hoping you would stay.” Marshall smiled more at himself talking to his dog than anything else. But his self-imposed distraction was working.
