Tails slashing the air, the dogs sniffed each other. “Ami,” she said when Huck, quivering, walked over to sniff the newcomer. “He’s very well behaved,” Abigail assured him. Huck’s head went up-not at the sound, Anson knew-at the scent.Īnson’s eyebrows lifted when Abigail walked around the house with Bert. “She’s not from around here, or up where you come from, either.” “I want her to tell you, and I need you to hear her out. And because I’m in love with her.”Īnson let out a breath, took a long swallow of beer. I talked her into coming here, to you, because she needs help. “Your lady covers it well, but she’s got enough nerves lighting her up to power the whole city of Little Rock.” “What’s going on, Brooks?” he asked, as they stepped out. When she went out, Anson handed Brooks the beer, jerked a thumb toward the sliders. “You go ahead, and just bring him on around the back. I ordered him to stay, so he wouldn’t get out of the car for Brooks.” We’ll take this out back, let the two of them get acquainted and pal around.” “What the hell did you leave him out there for? Go get him. “If he bothers you, just tell him to go sit.” At the back, wide glass doors led out to a patio, where she saw what she assumed was an enormous grill under a black cover, and several outdoor chairs and tables.Īs Anson got the drinks, the old dog shuffled over, sniffed at her, then rested his head on her knee. It’s not half bad.”Īt Anson’s direction, they settled into a seating area off the large, open kitchen. “I would,” Abigail said, then realized the simple truth sounded rude. “He’s a good cop,” Anson said to Abigail. Why don’t we go on back to the great room, have a seat? How’s your dad doing, Brooks?” Mostly blind now, and more’n half deaf, but he’s still got his smarts.
Seconds later the sound went off, and an ancient yellow Lab followed Anson creakily out of the den. I’m boring the hell out of myself.” He slipped into an alcove off the living room. “Sorry to interrupt, to drop by like this.” “I was catching the game back in the den. The living room looked comfortable, Abigail thought, lived in and easy, with framed family photographs on a wall shelf and prettily potted houseplants on the windowsill. She took her mom on a girl’s trip-a spa thing-for her mom’s birthday. Man, Nadine’s going to be sorry she missed you.
“Son of a bitch,” Anson repeated, then gave Brooks a one-armed hug while he measured up Abigail.
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