Bobby changed form in the car so, when Sam parked, he opened the door and Bobby slipped out, someone’s pet, going for a walk. Though those eyes—one brown, one blue—bore a hole in Sam’s brain with disapproval, they’d talked it over and both agreed Bobby would be safer on a leash. Not the first time they’d used the ruse. They frowned upon untethered dogs in many areas and, though Bobby expressed a dislike of the idea, the disguise had proven useful. He never let Sam forget who the one was out in front and, if Sam pulled him back, he tugged harder.
At an opportune moment Bobby gave a lurch, pulled the lead out of Sam’s hand, and ducked along an alley running between the buildings. Sam swore, called for Bobby, and gave chase. The act was a ruse in case anyone watched. A dog chasing a squirrel
