hands along the dog's body under the blanket. A little flinch.
"Might have a sore rib, but I don't think it's broken." He looked up at a pirate lady. "Let's get him some fresh water." Then he continued gently rubbing the dog's ears and neck with the blanket. He sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "Darwin, can you find my phone? We'll get him to the emergency vet after we dock. I'll let them know we're coming."
I nodded and went to retrieve his things.
When I handed him the phone, he glanced at it and visibly stiffened. As the dog greedily lapped at the fresh water he was given, Will listened to a message and dialed a number. But, it wasn't the emergency vet he was calling. He was the homicide detective on call, and a body had been found.
CHAPTER THREE
While Will struggled to change quickly into a dry pair of clothes from the trunk of his car, I took the opportunity to finally be alone with the dog.
Will had carried her—we'd discovered it was a female—through the parking lot back to his car and laid her on the blanket in the backseat. I knelt down in front of the open door now and looked into her scared, brown eyes. My heart twisted in my chest.
"Okay, girl, let's see what you have to tell me about your little evening swim." Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and rested my palms gently on either side of her head.
Zap! A force hit me like I had just bounced off a brick wall. I raised an arm to my face as blinding white light assaulted my senses. An impact like a bomb exploded in my head. The world spun as I tumbled. Panic. A sweet smell. Lilacs? The need to run consumed me. Splash ! Cold water surrounded me.
I fell back on my bottom and immediately jumped back up and jogged away from the dog so I wouldn't startle her. Shoot. Jumping jacks weren't helping. My skull throbbed from the energy building inside my head. I took off, sprinting back and forth in front of the car. After about the tenth lap, I felt the energy disperse. Pop! As I collapsed on the ground, a street light overloaded above me and blew out.
Well, I patted myself on the back, that wasn't too bad.
"Darwin?" Will stood by the open driver's door. While he slipped into a dry jacket, he stared at me with one eyebrow raised. "You okay?"
I pushed myself off the ground, dusting off the new pale yellow pantsuit that Sylvia—my friend and business partner at Darwin's Pet Boutique—had helped me pick out for the wedding. My cheeks burned. "Yep, hunky-dory. I'll explain in the car."
I slipped into the back seat of the sedan and snuggled up next to the dog. "Okay, girl. We're gonna do everything in our power to find your family, don't you worry." As I tucked the blanket around her, she plopped her head down in my lap. Her body was stiff, and she was still trembling. I cracked a window to try and lessen the wet dog smell permeating the car.
Will flipped the siren and lights on to push through the Saturday evening traffic which, it turned out, was a nightmare.
"Come on, move it," he grumbled.
The more time I spent around him while he did his job, the more I admired him. I mean, yeah, I was all for needing justice and doing some amateur sleuthing when it was necessary, but every part of Will's job was a challenge to say the least. From solving a murder to just getting to the crime scene.
Crossing the packed bridge was really slowing us down. He glanced in the rearview mirror as he expertly maneuvered around the cars trying to squeeze over to the side. "So, what happened back there?"
Oh. Yeah that. I bit down on my lip. "Well, remember how I told you I get visions from animals that have suffered recent trauma?"
I saw Will's knuckles go white as he gripped the steering wheel harder. "Yeah?"
I ignored the fact he still wasn't comfortable with my psychic abilities. "Well, the information I get from them comes in the form of energy. Negative energy that is usually pretty strong. So, I have to purge that energy
"Might have a sore rib, but I don't think it's broken." He looked up at a pirate lady. "Let's get him some fresh water." Then he continued gently rubbing the dog's ears and neck with the blanket. He sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. "Darwin, can you find my phone? We'll get him to the emergency vet after we dock. I'll let them know we're coming."
I nodded and went to retrieve his things.
When I handed him the phone, he glanced at it and visibly stiffened. As the dog greedily lapped at the fresh water he was given, Will listened to a message and dialed a number. But, it wasn't the emergency vet he was calling. He was the homicide detective on call, and a body had been found.
CHAPTER THREE
While Will struggled to change quickly into a dry pair of clothes from the trunk of his car, I took the opportunity to finally be alone with the dog.
Will had carried her—we'd discovered it was a female—through the parking lot back to his car and laid her on the blanket in the backseat. I knelt down in front of the open door now and looked into her scared, brown eyes. My heart twisted in my chest.
"Okay, girl, let's see what you have to tell me about your little evening swim." Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and rested my palms gently on either side of her head.
Zap! A force hit me like I had just bounced off a brick wall. I raised an arm to my face as blinding white light assaulted my senses. An impact like a bomb exploded in my head. The world spun as I tumbled. Panic. A sweet smell. Lilacs? The need to run consumed me. Splash ! Cold water surrounded me.
I fell back on my bottom and immediately jumped back up and jogged away from the dog so I wouldn't startle her. Shoot. Jumping jacks weren't helping. My skull throbbed from the energy building inside my head. I took off, sprinting back and forth in front of the car. After about the tenth lap, I felt the energy disperse. Pop! As I collapsed on the ground, a street light overloaded above me and blew out.
Well, I patted myself on the back, that wasn't too bad.
"Darwin?" Will stood by the open driver's door. While he slipped into a dry jacket, he stared at me with one eyebrow raised. "You okay?"
I pushed myself off the ground, dusting off the new pale yellow pantsuit that Sylvia—my friend and business partner at Darwin's Pet Boutique—had helped me pick out for the wedding. My cheeks burned. "Yep, hunky-dory. I'll explain in the car."
I slipped into the back seat of the sedan and snuggled up next to the dog. "Okay, girl. We're gonna do everything in our power to find your family, don't you worry." As I tucked the blanket around her, she plopped her head down in my lap. Her body was stiff, and she was still trembling. I cracked a window to try and lessen the wet dog smell permeating the car.
Will flipped the siren and lights on to push through the Saturday evening traffic which, it turned out, was a nightmare.
"Come on, move it," he grumbled.
The more time I spent around him while he did his job, the more I admired him. I mean, yeah, I was all for needing justice and doing some amateur sleuthing when it was necessary, but every part of Will's job was a challenge to say the least. From solving a murder to just getting to the crime scene.
Crossing the packed bridge was really slowing us down. He glanced in the rearview mirror as he expertly maneuvered around the cars trying to squeeze over to the side. "So, what happened back there?"
Oh. Yeah that. I bit down on my lip. "Well, remember how I told you I get visions from animals that have suffered recent trauma?"
I saw Will's knuckles go white as he gripped the steering wheel harder. "Yeah?"
I ignored the fact he still wasn't comfortable with my psychic abilities. "Well, the information I get from them comes in the form of energy. Negative energy that is usually pretty strong. So, I have to purge that energy
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