ROBERT’S BROAD SHOULDERS filled the frame of the doorway, his close-cropped hair brushing the lintel. But it was his eyes more than his bearing that announced “cop.” His gaze flicked across the jumble of furry and furless limbs atop the bed, assessing, analyzing, determining the level of threat.
The agent’s right arm reached across his belly and under the lapel of his suit jacket and I tensed, expecting the bulging g*n beneath his armpit to make an appearance. But, instead, he merely pulled paper out of an inside pocket and held the sheet out into the open air.
“Sorry I wasn’t there early enough to be much help last night,” he said simply. “But maybe this will make up for my lapse.” Then he waited like a good Samaritan holding out a crust of bread for a starving dog, letting the animal m
