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Max approached her.
He sniffed her fingers before pressing his nose against her palm.
Judy smiled and rubbed the side of his neck.
“You always liked dogs,” she said.
“I still do.”
She looked up at me.
The smile faded.
Not because she was unhappy.
Because neither of us knew what came next.
“How long have you lived here?” she asked.
“Yesterday.”
“You moved to Eagle River yesterday?”
“I arrived yesterday.”
“That isn’t the same thing.”
“No.”
She nodded as if that answer told her more than I wanted it to.
“What about you?” I asked. “Dallas?”
“For almost eighteen years.”
“Police?”
“Five years. Homicide for ten.”
I glanced at the badge.
“That fits.”
“What does that mean?”
“You always asked too many questions.”
A hint of humor touched her eyes.
“You always avoided answering them.”
“That still fits.”
Trigger made a low sound behind me.
I looked at him.
He smiled.
