Chapter 5
Bill ignored the pain in his bare feet as he shot out into the traffic.
On the concrete divider, Trisha’s dog…Janie…ran back and forth. He finally got to her and grabbed her leash. She reared up and punched him in the thighs with both front feet.
Try to help and get bruises for your trouble.
Bill wound the leash around and around his hand, choking up until no slack remained.
How the hell was he going to get her back across the road?
This was Vegas after all, and people on the way to or from their busy lives weren’t going to slow down for something as mundane as a dog and a mostly naked computer guy in the road.
“Okay, Janie. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to pick you up, and you are not going to bite or struggle. Sound good to you?”
Jesus, he was talking to a du
