“This is Detective Tracy Crosswhite, Seattle Homicide,” she said out of habit. Dan slid Rex into the back and handed Tracy the keys. He climbed in with the dog. “I’m reporting a shooting in the six hundred block of Elmwood Avenue in Cedar Grove. Requesting all available units in the area to respond.”Tracy slammed shut the tailgate and slid into the cab. “Suspect vehicle is likely a truck headed east on Cedar Hollow toward the county road.” She backed quickly down the driveway, bouncing into the street, tires squealing. “Vehicle’s left rear taillight is out.” She removed the phone from her ear and shouted to Dan. “Where am I going?”“Pine Flat.”She tossed her phone on the passenger seat and punched the accelerator. Sherlock whined and whimpered. In the rearview mirror Tracy could see him peering over the back seat at his fallen buddy. Dan continued applying pressure to Rex’s wounds, his cell phone wedged between his shoulder and jaw as he carried on his own conversation with the veterinary clinic.
