The HoundingThe Subject’s dog started yapping in the backyard as Juste strolled up to the surveillance van. If the Subject didn’t notice the noise, Juste’s partner did. Koffle looked wide awake now, but Juste knew that but for the dog, if he’d climbed into the van ten seconds sooner, he would have caught his partner napping.
Juste scowled at the lone monitor screen and the motionless tape-reels in the back. Damned antiques, these were. Ancient equipment, bright-eyed Wonder Boy here for a partner, and this zilch-priority stakeout: Juste’s career was definitely spinning its wheels,
and all because of that messed-up Militia case. Somehow he’d have to live that down. Somehow, here and now.
"The Subject’s not home." Koffle not only looked like an over-eager puppy; he whined like one, even wh
