The Talmage Powell Crime Megapack

supplies meals for the jail prisoners across the street. Tonight you got a prisoner. I’m going down now, Gaither, and fix his supper. I reckon that’s why you came over, to fetch the prisoner his tray?”

I gulped. “Well, ma’am… Come to think of it, yes.”

“A real mouth-watering meal for the man…” She patted my shoulder in passing. “But don’t you dast get forgetful and throw the scraps to Red Runner and Old Bailey.”

“No, ma’am,” I promised. “I reckon such a fine pair of dogs deserve better than scraps tonight.”