The evidence was in his hand.
Everyone looked up when I entered.
I stopped at the foot of the stairs.
“No.”
Agnes frowned. “No what?”
“Whatever this is.”
“It’s breakfast,” June said.
“It looks like an ambush.”
Wolf took a drink of coffee. “It is.”
Max walked into the room beside me.
Dylan jumped out of his chair.
“You have a dog!”
Max’s ears lifted.
Dylan ran toward him.
“Stop,” I said.
The boy froze.
Havoc moved quickly, but I held up my hand.
“Let Max come to you.”
Dylan looked at the dog.
Max looked at Dylan.
“Hold out your hand,” I said. “Keep it low.”
Dylan did exactly as I told him.
Max moved forward and sniffed his fingers.
“Friend,” I said.
Max’s tail moved once.
Dylan smiled so widely I could see the gap between his two front teeth.
“Can I pet him?”
“On his shoulder. Don’t reach over his head.”
Dylan placed one careful hand against Max’s side.
Max leaned into him.