~Christa~
Walking into the dog center, my hands start shaking. It hits me that Jenny’s friendly face will no longer be greeting me from behind the counter when a dark-haired girl, chewing on a piece of gum, looks up from her book.
Girl
“Hi.”
Christa “Hi.”
I want to walk through to where I know Charlie probably has Quila ready, but she jumps off her chair and runs and comes to a stand-still right in front of me.
Girl “Where do you think you are going, huh? This is an official police facility. We can’t just have any Tom, d**k, and Harry walking about!”
I sigh.
Christa “I’m Lieutenant Christa Bradley.”
She carries on chewing her gum, not moving a millimeter.
Christa “I’m here to pick up my dog Quila.”
It looks like she recognizes something but can’t think of what it is now. Luckily
