CHAPTER 17
Midnight wiped down the counter and turned to Emry, "Well, that's done. Now, what do we do?"
Emry shrugged, and that's when Midnight noticed the sad look in the young Dingo's eyes.
Midnight knew the look of someone in need of a friend, "Why don't we make ourselves comfortable and talk."
"I figured I'd just go lay down for a while," Emry replied in a monotone voice.
Midnight scoffed, "Well, then you figured wrong. I know that look Emry. I just want to help. We can talk and maybe bring things into better focus."
Midnight started out of the kitchen and heard Emry following him. Making his way into his computer room, Midnight sat Indian style on his oversize chair next to the fireplace, "Shaw must have started a fire. Why don't you sit and we can talk?"
Emry moved slowly into
