Lash pulled a small plastic baggie from his pocket and looked at his watch, wondering what was taking so long. A door squeaked open, and then he saw a reddish-brown bullet fly around the corner of the house, heading straight toward him.
Bear bounced up and down, her little pink tongue hanging out.
“Oh, so now you’re happy to see me,” Lash said. “Or are you happy to see this?” He waved the bag filled with Vienna sausages.
Bear barked.
“Shh.” He went to the corner of the house to see if anyone had heard her. Over the past couple of weeks, he’d managed to keep a low profile as he watched over Naomi. It wasn’t difficult to do. Most of the time, she stayed at Welita’s house, and when she wasn’t there, she was at her apartment or at work. The only time he wasn’t able to keep close tabs on he
