She didn't rise or try to pursue me and she didn't have to. Small town. I could run and maybe try to hide, but eventually I'd have to face her. With a small sigh I shuffled out from under Petunia's warm butt and entered the room, offering my hand.

"I'm not going to tell you anything," I said with a smile.

Pamela laughed while Petunia grunted her way onto the sofa next to her. The fact the well-dressed reporter took the time to scratch the pug under the chin and behind ...