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I set Alibi on the ground. He immediately sits on my foot.

“Move.”

He doesn't.

Callie opens the hatch.

I look inside, then give her a disbelieving look. “What the fuck?”

“What?”

“I thought you had three bags.”

“I do.”

“There are four.”

She points. “That's my laptop bag.”

“That counts as a bag.”

“No, it doesn't.”

“It has bag in the name.”

“That's work.”

I stare at her.

She rolls her eyes. “There’s a difference.”

I reach for her suitcases. Then Alibi's. His is smaller than hers, but not by nearly enough.

“What the fuck is in this?”

“His things.”

“He's twenty pounds.”

“He has a rich inner life.”

I unzip it.

Callie slaps my hand away. “Don't snoop.”

“I'm carrying it.”

“That doesn't give you the right to violate his privacy.”

Alibi sits between us, staring up at us.

I look down at him. “What the fuck did she pack?”

His tail thumps against the concrete.

“Don't interrogate our child.”

“He's a dog.”