Rufus was l*****g Rachel’s knee when Joe entered her office. Immediately, the dog ceased and sprang at Joe.
“Down, Rufus!” Joe removed the dog’s paws from his chest and let him drop to the floor. “Good boy. Down is good.”
“It’s going to take time to break him of that habit,” Rachel said.
“I see that.”
“Any signs of cleanup at the Rogers’ apartment?”
“Not really. I just finished repairing the front door.”
Rachel turned away from the desk, focusing fully on Joe. “What was wrong with the door?”
“Marc broke it slamming it shut a dozen times, is my guess. I caught him and stopped him from doing more damage,” Joe said, easing into a chair across the desk from Rachel.
Rachel looked questioningly at him. “That doesn’t make sense.” She had chosen the turquoise blouse she was wearing because
