Chapter Four
Katya
Aware that the barking of the dogs as they made their need of a morning feed known to her would have woken her new guest up, after he had, no doubt, succumbed to his somewhat chilly and disturbed slumbers again, Katya kept to her usual routine and entered the secure compound she maintained at the heart of her property for the more troublesome canine wards requiring a little more than the usual firm hand.
Knowing something of the man she had caged along with the dogs she was training for various clients, the nature of his thoughts were easy enough to read:
“It’s some kind of tasteless practical joke”…
“Melanie had discovered his affairs and persuaded her kooky immigrant friend to teach him a lesson”…
Men such as Tim, most men in fact, were an open book to the Polish
