"Get back, Jo-Jo!" added the radio.
The cop yanked the rear door open and looked in. As he pawed the box in the back seat, Ralphie growled at him.
"Down, Ralphie," Hank warned, sweating a little. "It’s all right; he won’t hurt you."
"Just doing his job," Lina echoed. "And speaking of jobs…"
"Oh, come on!" Hank grabbed the offered lead. "I’m lucky enough to have three days a week, the way things are. Whaddaye want, I should push the Old Man before I’ve been there six months, and maybe get cut back to two days—or even fired?"
"Why’ve you got the dog with you?" the cop asked, withdrawing from the back seat.
"To watch the car, of course!" Lina snapped, knowing it was risky. "The way things are, you can’t leave your car parked for five minutes but some punk tries to break into it. Ralphie
