Five
That was all I needed. I knew damn well it was a setup, but I wasn’t going to sit by and let a Doberman have an evening snack from me. I held the g*n loosely and watched the dog move. I intended to wait until he made the first leap.
“Lance,” a voice called. It belonged to Granetti. I’d figured that, too. I was sure he was somewhere, watching.
The dog hesitated and looked toward the garage.
“Come here, Lance,” the voice said, and Granetti stepped out into the light. The dog turned and padded off toward him. “You can come on now, Miloff.”
“Thanks,” I said.
I walked toward the garage, but I still kept the g*n in my hand.
In the meantime he had opened the garage door. He was petting the dog on the head when I reached them. I walked past them and got into the front seat of the Cadil
