KC Frantzen - May the K9 Spy 02 - May Finds a Way: Peril in Paris Read Free

lunch.
    How could Ms. Schwind partner me with him? I should have taken the demerits. At least I’ve got a chance to keep my ranking so I could still win Top Dog, if I do well. Then I’ll have my pick of posts.
    And I’ll request Team Dog’s Nose Two, Miss Sandy’s and Sassy’s team. We almost had Rukan in Washington, DC. I want to be there when we catch him for good. At least I stopped the bomb he planted.
    We stop at a small business – “Shoe Shine” – that smells so interesting but I mustn’t get distracted. We take another break at a larger business and nose around the magazines and peanuts and tee shirts.
    Mr. Mac’s not paying attention to our task! I stamp my paw and woof, “We’re supposed to be in baggage claim.”
    He ignores me and chats with the clerk while I stand.
    A voice over the speaker says, “Flight DF374, arriving.”
    I tug my lead. “C’mon Mr. Mac. Let’s go.” He looks down, like he just remembered I’m at the other end. Sheesh.
    We step into the flow of people. Edgrr said to watch for a large sign that reads: B-A-G-G-A-G-E C-L-A-I-M. Oh, I see it. There’s an arrow pointing to an escalator so off we go.
    I’m glad to know escalators don’t all go into the dark. This one is bright with all kinds of humans traveling up and down. So many stories!
    I start scanning. I don’t see a POI yet, but you never know. With so much going on, I’m glad we’re not the only ones watching. There’s one of those dark bubble gizmos overhead. Headquarters – HQ – says they’re monitors, so others are watching. Some use birdie drones inside too.
    Hey, there’s a likely suspect by a window. I wonder if it is… No, not a drone. It’s scared and just pooped indoors. How embarrassing.
    When we reach the bottom, we look to see where the flight is listed. Mr. Mac points to Carousel 16. Oh I see. The flight number shows on that monitor. Nice as a backup. Everyone knows bags have different scents but humans don’t seem to detect this.
    A buzzer sounds. Mr. Mac removes my lead and directs me to start while he searches for POI’s. I’m excited to be busy. It’s kinda fun trotting along the belt like we practiced. It makes some racket but nothing I can’t handle.
    I sniff and snort over 100 items but soon, everything is retrieved. Piffle. Nothing is amiss which, I guess, is as it should be. Crews on the other end did their jobs.
    The belt stops, so I trot over to Mr. Mac near the information desk and he connects my retractable lead. At least he gave me more slack. Guess I’ll stand dutifully by his feet, watching for interesting persons and persons of interest while he chats.
    I want to do well, even if he doesn’t.
    A cute boy about seven or eight, with dark hair and dots on his face, shouts, “Daddy, look at the Schnauzer! I wanna tell it hi.”

    The man says, “Come on, son. The dog is working. You shouldn’t try to pet it.” He looks at me closely, then turns to a lady walking with them. “That dog on the news, that helped stop the Metro bomb near Grandpa’s. Sure looks like this one, doesn’t it?”
    Someone recognized me! I start to wag my nub but… I don’t want to appear proud. Plus he’s right. I’m on duty.
    As they walk past, the lady says, “Did they ever catch the people who planted the bomb?”
    I want to bark, “They caught one, ma’am, but not the leader. Don’t worry, we’re on it.” But Mr. Mac drags me over so he can chat with a skycap near Carousel 12.
    I wait patiently. Again.
    This seems counterproductive. Yawn .
    Another flight arrives, so at the buzzer, I’m ready to spring into action. But Mr. Mac isn’t.
    When the belt starts up, I watch for the bags to appear. The first one through looks familiar… It’s an odd green color that makes me shudder. Here it comes.
    Wait. Rabba, I mean Rukan, had one like that when I lived there. If you call that living. Shudder.
    I tug on my lead and try to make eye contact with my hopefully temporary handler.