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“I don’t give a fuck about your shit. I want my property back.” He grabs my hair and yanks my head back so I’m forced to look up at him.
I will kill this sonofabitch one day, but that’s a thought I keep to myself. I refuse to let him see his affect on me. Instead, to diffuse the situation, I say softly. “I will pass your message along.”
He lets me go so suddenly I struggle to remain upright. “You make sure you do, cunt.”
I watch Rip as he storms out the door beside his asshole humans. A dog that aggressive is trained through cruelty, punishment, and neglect. To calm myself down, I spend a moment thinking of how I will rescue him.
I don’t quite get to the phone to call Trigger when the bell over the door tinkles again. My composure plummets thinking the Blackbeards have returned, but instead, it’s two of Sagebrush’s finest in full uniform, both with grim expressions on their faces.
“Hello officers,” I say with a seductive smile. “Your arrival is timely.” I point to the door the men have just entered by. “There were a couple of gentlemen here earlier with a Rotti-Great Dane mix. It needs some care, and they left with him even though I implored them to let me examine him.”
Officer Brant, per the name on his tag, glares at me. “We didn’t come about a dog.”
“Oh,” I widen my eyes to appear confused. Inside I’m quaking because I’m still rattled by the Blackbeards and these two men seem almost as hostile. “You came about the threat?”
“What threat?” barks Sergeant Levine or so says his name tag.
Buy time, Evanee. Buy time. Wendy will be back soon and then there will be two against two.
“You didn’t come about the threat?”
“We did not come about a threat,” the sergeant confirms.
“Well in that case, did you come about your police dog?” I crane my head to look at the other officer.
Sergeant Levine calls my attention back to him as he steps closer to me. “Do we look like we have a dog?”
Don’t retreat, Evanee. Don’t give him the power. “No. Which is why I thought you came about the other dog, but since you didn’t, it must be about the threat.”
The two men exchange aggravated glances. Officer Brant steps up next to the sergeant, but his voice has lost some of its edge. “What threat, ma’am?”
God, I hate being called ma’am. “Please call me Dr. Whittaker or even Evanee. I prefer that to ma’am.”
Officer Brant sighs. “What threat, Dr. Whittaker?”
“Thank you, Officer Brant,” I say in a sweet disarming voice. “There were two men in here earlier, with the Rotti-Great Dane mix. They were very aggressive in their request for me to pass along a message to my boyfriend.”
“And who is the boyfriend?” Sergeant Levine asks with mild disinterest.
“I think the important question is who were the men who made the threat.” I look from Levine to Brant. “They were Blackbeards. You know, the biker gang. I didn’t catch their names, but one was the Vice-president and the other was the Enforcer.”
Sergeant Levine assumes the tough guy pose, thighs spread, hands resting on his gun belt. “You’re associating with known criminals?”
I think about this. He’s clearly referring to the Blackbeards, but whatever the case, the answer is still, yes. “I suppose I am. However, that’s truly irrelevant because I’ve been threatened.”
The Sergeant appears to have had enough. “You want to complain about a threat, then call the police station. We’re not here because a couple of Blackbeards dropped by and wouldn’t leave their dog with you.”
Clearly, I’ve exhausted their patience. “Then why are you here?”
“We received a complaint that you are harbouring a horse on this property.”
Shit. “A horse? That’s ridiculous. Who would suggest such a thing?”
“The source of the complaint is irrelevant. Harbouring a horse within city limits is illegal. If you’re contravening the law by doing so, we’ll have to impound the animal, ma’am.”
The jig appears to be up, so I go into protective mode. “First, Officer Levine, one does not harbour a horse and second, a horse cannot be impounded like a car.”
“It’s Sergeant, ma’am.” He takes a step closer to me.
