The Missing Heir. Barbara Dunlop
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into his bloodstream. Admittedly, they were nice shoes. And given the Hendersons’ wealth, they were likely ridiculously expensive. But what could they possibly bring this guy on the black market?
The man snarled. “Do yourself a favor and walk away.”
No way was that happening. Cole was returning Amber’s property to her. “Give me the shoes.”
“You want to get hurt?”
Suddenly, a low growl sounded next to Cole. His skin prickled, and he glanced cautiously down. But the mangy dog was staring at the man with the knife. It didn’t seem to be threatening Cole.
“He’ll go for your throat,” Cole lied.
The man glanced furtively at the dog.
The dog growled again.
“Drop the knife, or he’ll attack.”
The man hesitated, and the dog took a step forward. The knife clattered to the ground, along with the shoes, and the man took two rapid steps backward. Then he spun around and ran.
Cole took in the medium-size dog that was now wagging its tail, obviously feeling proud of himself.
“Good job,” he told the mutt, patting its head, finding sticky, matted fur.
He looked closer and realized the animal was painfully thin. It had a wiry, mottled coat, mostly tan, but black on the ears and muzzle. Its brown eyes looked world-weary and exhausted.
“You a stray?” Cole found himself asking.
He moved to pick up the shoes. When he straightened, the dog was watching him patiently.
“You probably want a reward for all that.”
The dog blinked.
“I don’t blame you.” Cole blew out a breath. He supposed the least he could do was buy the animal a burger.
“Come on, then.” He started down the alley toward the brightly lit street. The dog trotted at his heels.
At the front of the hotel, Cole reported the incident to one of the doormen, who sent someone to retrieve the knife. Cole learned that they’d had previous trouble with a thief impersonating a waiter at large events. If the knife had fingerprints on it, they might be able to catch the guy. It seemed likely he’d stolen more than just the shoes tonight.
Duty done, Cole and the dog then made their way down the street until they came to a fast-food restaurant.
Thinking it was a fifty-fifty shot the mutt would wait, Cole left it outside while he purchased two deluxe hamburgers. He was hungry after the fancy little portions at the pilots association event, and a burger didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.
When he returned to the street, the dog jumped to attention. It wolfed down the burger in two bites, so Cole gave it the second one, as well.
His phone chimed, and a text message told him Luca was sending back the empty car. Luca and Destiny were stopping for a nightcap.
Cole smiled at his friend’s luck, tossed the wrappers in the trash and headed back toward the hotel. Predictably, the dog followed along. It was sure to be disappointed when a meal didn’t appear at their next stop.
Cole took the animal back to the alley at the edge of the hotel property and pointed. “Go on, now,” he told it.
It looked up at him uncomprehendingly.
“Go home,” Cole commanded.
It didn’t move.
He made his voice sterner. “Go on.”
The dog ducked its head, eyes going sad.
Cole felt a shot to his chest.
He tried to steel himself against the guilt, but the effort didn’t pay off. He crouched down in front of the dog, scratching its matted neck and meeting its eyes. “I don’t know what you expect here.”
It pushed forward, nuzzling its nose against Cole’s thigh.
“Those are rented pants,” said Cole.
It pushed farther forward.
“I live in Alaska.”
Its tail began to wag.
“Crap.”
“Mr. Parker?” The driver appeared in Cole’s peripheral vision. “Are you ready to go, sir?”
Cole stood, drawing a deep sigh. “We’re ready.”
“We?”
“The dog’s coming, too.”
The driver glanced down at the scruffy animal. He hesitated, but then said, “Of course, sir.”
“Do you have a blanket or something to protect the seat?”
“I’ll get a newspaper from the doorman.”
“That’ll work,” said Cole. He looked to the dog. “You want to go for a car ride?”
Its head lifted. Its brow went up. And its tail wagged harder.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Cole knew he was making a stupid, emotional decision, one he’d likely regret very quickly. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave the animal behind.
He closed his eyes for a long moment. All this for a pair of shoes.
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