10
Saving Bradley’s Brain
Bradley opened the door with a suspicion-filled look.
I never showed up unannounced, because I was halfway civilized even if I did have fangs. And texting from the parking garage about two minutes before appearing at his door didn’t exactly qualify as announcing myself.
Add to that the big red beast I’d brought with me, and Bradley had to have some idea trouble was afoot.
I smiled. “Any chance you’ve made progress with Akira’s laptop?”
“Yes.” Very slowly, he opened the door wider and let us in, but he didn’t take his eyes off Boone.
We stopped just inside the door, and Boone settled down at my feet. I didn’t think Bradley would deal well with a shedding dog—and not at all with a drooling hound—cruising through his condo.
After Bradley shut the door. Alex a
