Chapter 31
Tarot
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AFTER HANGING UP with Peyton, I got out of the rental car and walked into the pet store. I headed over to where I noticed several puppies for sale, in glass-encased kennels, and cringed at the prices.
“Excuse me,” I said to an employee, who was carrying a white and gray puppy. I waved my thumb toward the price list. “Are those really what they cost?”
The woman smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we’ve got all of the papers for the puppies, too. They’re mostly purebreds.”
“Do you have any mutts?”
“Mixed-breeds? No, not right now.”
Figures.
“Is there a Humane Society around?” I asked.
“Not close. It’s about forty minutes from here.”
I didn’t want to lose any more time.
Fuck it.
“Are they all caught up on their shots and everything?” I asked, staring at the Siberi
