Where We Are Right Now In The Dog Who Knew Too Much
The sheriff reached for a folder and started leafing through papers. After a while he belched a couple times. That made me want to belch, too, but I had no belches inside me. The sheriff rose and went through the side door. I heard a toilet seat bang down. A moment or two later, a door at the back opened and Mack poked his head in. “Sheriff?” he said. He looked around with those too-close-together eyes and went away. But he didn’t quite close the door behind him.
The next thing I knew I was through that doorway and in a long, not very well lit corridor with bare cement walls and no one in sight. I walked to the end, turned a corner, and right away smelled the smell I wanted to smell most in the world: Bernie!
I sped up. Cells appeared on one side of the corridor. I knew cells, of course, had helped walk perps into them on plenty of occasions. No perps here: all these cells were empty except … except for the last one. And – oh, no! – there was Bernie.
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