Dillard stepped out of the car, and, for one moment, I thought about running. But then I heard Mayhem snarl and Taco start his basset hound braying, and I knew that if I did that, the dogs would definitely be dead. I couldn’t have that. I just couldn’t.
So I stepped out of the car and waited. He gestured toward the house. “Those two will quiet down once they can’t see you anymore, I expect.”
I looked back at Mayhem and gave her a nod, hoping she knew what to do, and then I walked up the creaking steps to the porch.
“Nice to see you again, Harvey. Too bad you’re going to miss the memorial service tomorrow.” Her voice was calm, almost light, and I found bile rising in my throat, from anger or fear I wasn’t sure.
Dillard gave me a shove toward the open door of the house, and I stepped int
