Chapter 7
“Sarge, how’s your dog?” asked Harrison the next morning after I arrived in the squad room.
“She’s holding up. It was touch and go, though. Just so you know, I’m short of sleep and cranky.” We hadn’t returned home until three in the morning.
Harrison smiled and joined the rest of the crew at work on their computers. I settled at my desk.
“Detective Sergeant,” Dino said, “I had a wonderful time last night. The games were interesting and the other players most helpful. I did see what you meant about competition and how the players talk. Occasionally it sounded a little mean but, in the end, I decided it was all positive.”
“That’s called smack talk. Players try to put the others off guard, so they would perhaps make a mistake. But you’re right, for the most part, it’s good natu
