Chapter 3Sid mashed a few potatoes to dilute what little raw meat he had for Cognac. He had to get some proper food, a big brute like him needed proper nutrition. Sid would rather starve than have Cognac do it.
“Here you go, boy.” He rubbed the massive head, ignoring the ache in his chest as Cognac dove for the bowl. Cognac looked up from the food when Sid neared the front door. “I’m going to see Jeb for a while. I’ll be home in an hour or two.”
The drive into the city only took fifteen minutes, but it could’ve been an eternity. The road was empty and dark, rain drummed against the windshield.
Jeb’s bar wasn’t fancy—a dirty brick building next to a narrow alley.
Sid didn’t do alleys.
Jeb had told him a thousand times to use the back door when he came, but Sid never did. The yellow glo
