“Mr. Walker, why did you get out of the car?”

Sean let go of my shoulder. “Deuce has diarrhea. I’m buying him medicine.”

“Who’s Deuce?”

Sean lived alone. A Deuce suddenly popping up made my tone instinctively suspicious.

“A husky. You’ve seen him.”

“So he’s a pet. And if he has diarrhea, you have to go to a pet clinic for medicine.” Deuce… the name fit that husky’s personality so perfectly I ...