“What we need is a way to minimize my risk,” Younger continued. He stopped and looked meaningfully toward the cluster of uniformed policemen a hundred yards away. When Joe didn’t speak, Younger cleared his throat, the rasp full of frustration. Any driver with half a brain would have caught on.
Mentally urging Younger to name his price, Dawna studied the white-clad figure. Below the lab coat, the inspector’s pants were too short, revealing three inches of white sock between shoe tops and cuffs.
He was saying, “Maybe if you were to post some kind of—”
His wordy attempt to elicit a bribe offer was interrupted by a guttural growl from Precious, the rumble surprisingly deep and menacing.
Startled, Dawna’s glance went from Younger to the dog. i***t animal, giving Dawna’s position away at the
