Chapter 1Saul Cobb rumbled down the curing, pine tree-lined road on his motorcycle, raising his hand in a wave as he passed an officer sitting in his patrol unit.
After Saul’s cup of coffee, the best part of the morning was driving to work on the back of his Harley. The officer, Diego, lifted a hand, but the delighted smile on his face was for Thunder, the massive Cane Corso dog that sat behind Saul on the bike, his front legs draped over Saul’s shoulders. It was part of the morning routine, the wave at a cop. He didn’t have to worry about being pulled over; Saul didn’t drive fast. There was no reason to get to work any earlier than he had to, which was still too damned early if you asked him. Who wanted to be at work by six in the morning?
He turned a corner, his big dog leaning with hi
