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

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Author: KC Frantzen
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Dogs - Paris
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don’t lie.
    “I need that blasted dog out of the way, so it can’t identify me. Where is it?”

    “Over there, in the carrier.”
    Rukan continues. “Excellent. Our operative should already be on board. Get the dog to eat this drugged meat, then slip the carrier into the luggage compartment. When she finds the dog dead–”
    DEAD?
    “–at baggage claim in Paris, we will sue and collect thousands for our Cause. Two challenges resolved.”
    I nose open the carrier door as a truck marked “Service” drives up, almost blocking my view. I lean left and watch Rukan hold out his hand. He whispers to her, “The plan is complete. Give me the carrier key. I will give it to our operative.”
    There is real fear in her eyes as she shakes her head. “I… I didn’t…”
    Rukan pauses, his new features furious. “If it escapes, you will not live to make another mistake.”
    “I’ll take care of it immediately.” She quivers and hurries towards me.
    “Yes,” he grumbles. “See that you do.”
    Another worker walks up to him. “You Rudy, the new guy?”
    NO – he’s Rukan, evil anarchist, wanted for an attempted bombing in DC!
    “Hang on a sec. Yo, Larry, get your cart to 634. I need to finish up here.”
    “You got it, boss.”
    Rukan, now called “Rudy,” looks uncomfortable.
    How can I alert security? I could set off an alarm, but Rukan’s changed so much, he’d slip through again. No, I escaped his abuse, I’m the one to ID him. With no backup. Gulp . But I can do it and now’s my opportunity!
    I quietly step onto the fishy suitcase and squeeze between a folded garment bag for cover.
    A man’s footsteps approach then the cart rocks a little. The motor starts and I hear radio static. “Larry here. I’m bringing flight 634. Over.”
    “Acknowledged. You meet the new guy, Rudy? He has a temper, watch yourself.”
    “I heard. Boss is having a talk with him as we speak. After we get this Paris flight–”
    Time to move! I crawl over another bag and…
    My lead! Caught… Choking…
    I leap, swing, then bounce hard against the luggage, paws dangling above the concrete.
    HACK! GASP!



Chapter 5
    I thrash into the luggage again and again. Think!
    Thrusting with my hind legs, I jerk my head back. It slips out of the collar. Falling!
    I land hard and roll on the concrete loading area. Thud . I shake it off then take an instant to relieve myself since my bladder about popped.
    Quick, where to? If Rukan or that woman sees me run they’ll corner me and stuff me in a trash sack all dark and close and I’ll be trapped and suffocate and…
    STOP. Think.
    I need to find Mr. Mac. No, not him. Find Edgrr. That’s it. Edgrr.
    The woman rummages and searches. Must hide ‘til she goes by.
    I race under a vehicle behind a tire, unseen I hope. When Larry’s cart stops, another man helps him unload. As he holds up the carrier I don’t breathe.
    “Larry, check it out. No dog.”
    “You kiddin’ me? They’ll have our jobs. We gotta find it.”
    Great. They’re looking for me too.
    Well, like Sassy taught, “On occasion, any action is better than inaction.” Gotta go.
    A large “Good Heavens Catering” truck whizzes past, heading towards a maintenance building.
    Hey, I could get help and beg a snack. Then if I claw my way back into boot camp, it could show I’m putting “available assets to best use.”
    Footsteps!
    I dash to the rear door of the nearest truck and leap in. I scramble and crash into a metal cart. Where next? I climb onto some cartons, see an opening and dive.
    Yuk. Trash bin.
    Maybe this is a blessing. Rukan always thought I was a throwaway, so he won’t look in here. Not sure how I’ll get out but I’m safe for now. At least it’s a clean liner. But it’s noisy when I shift my weight.
    I listen carefully as more and more trolleys and bins are loaded. Sniff, sniff . Why are they loading food when we’re heading to maintenance? Maybe it’s a snack for the workers–
    I hear Rukan’s

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