“You sure look relaxed, gal. Must be quieter out at your place.” “Not really. Mac was poisoned last night.” “Mac! How is he?” “He’s going to be all right.” I exhaled with relief. “I just came from the vet’s and I can pick him up this afternoon.” Louis stroked his chin, grinning. “Since we didn’t get a phone call last night, and you look damn near boneless, I assume one Trace Yazzie was there last night?” I didn’t have to answer. He only had to look at me. I smiled and shrugged. “Eric and I are happy for you. Real happy. You need him in your life.” Louis squeezed the breath out of me with his exuberant hug. He clapped his hands in delight, rubbing them together. “Eric and I will have one of our dinner-on-the-deck evenings so we can get to know him. Now tell me what happened to Mac.” I told him about the poison and the pouch Trace found on the deck. “This is some serious shit.” “I know. I’m responsible for Mac and I feel terrible about him.
