The dog’s tail began to wag in a frenzied anticipation of praise and it sat abruptly next to the dining table, staring at a point under the furthest chair. Its body became statuesque and Hana held her breath. “Good boy!” the cop exclaimed and pulled the dog away. The cop rewarded the dog with exaggerated enthusiasm and the Alsatian exhaled a series of excited snuffs, bouncing on his feathery feet and opening his mouth in a wide smile which made him look less terrifying.
The cop praised the dog and then turned to Hana. “My dog has indicated the scent of drugs. Is there anything you wish to tell me before I call it in?”
Hana and Tama looked at each other, her more bemused than him. “No,” she breathed. “I can’t explain it.” In her panic, Hana noticed Tama fiddling with the pram hood with a
