killed if he didn’t trust me.' She moved toward the door and Monty was on her heels. 'Please leave. You’re not going to get what you want.'
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'I’m sorry you feel that way. Come on, Jane.'
Jane frowned at Sarah. 'Don’t make him run when it’s hot. It’s bad for him.”
“No, it’s good for him. We run five miles twice a day, rain or shine. We have to keep in shape and tolerate every kind of temperature. It’s important.'
'He got tired.' Jane reached out a hand to pet the dog. 'You shouldn’t—' Monty was backing away from her touch. 'Why is he doing that? I thought he liked me.”
“He does like you. He’s just in work mode.'
'Let’s go, Jane.' Eve headed for the car.
Jane reluctantly trailed her, gazing over her shoulder at Monty and Sarah Patrick. 'I don’t like him this way. He was different before.'
They’d both been different before Eve had mentioned the cadaver search. The woman and the dog standing in the doorway were not the duo that had welcomed them into the cabin. No hint of humor or warmth showed in Sarah’s face now. She looked tough as nails, and Monty reminded Eve of a witch’s familiar, remote and clinging only to Sarah.
'It’s very important,' Eve called out to Sarah. 'Think about it.' Sarah shook her head.
'Do you mind if I phone you and ask if you’ve changed your mind?”
“I won’t change my mind.'
Eve started the car.
'Wait.' Sarah looked at Jane’s disappointed face, and then she glanced down at the dog. 'Go say good-bye, Monty.' She snapped her fingers. Metamorphosis. Monty bounded out of the cabin and stood up on the door of the passenger seat, trying to reach Jane through the open window.
Jane opened the door and Monty was on her, practically in her lap, whimpering and nuzzling her. She buried her face in his neck, her arms hugging him tightly.
'Enough,' Sarah said.
Monty gave Jane a last slurp and backed away. He sat down, but his tail was pounding a drumroll on the ground.
'Thank you,' Eve said.
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“Then listen to what I have to say. You could help—' Sarah went into the cabin and closed the door. Eve gritted her teeth in exasperation. Stubborn woman.
'She left Monty outside,' Jane said. 'What if he runs away and gets lost?”
“He won’t get lost.' She started to drive and glanced in the rearview mirror at Monty. No witch’s familiar now, he was again the adorable dog who had melted Jane’s reserve. He turned, padded to the door, and struck it with one paw. It was opened immediately and he entered the cabin. 'She takes good care of him.'
'She makes him run.' Jane scowled. 'I don’t think I like her.”
“I do. Sometimes if you’re too soft, it does more harm than good.”
“But he’s a dog. He wouldn’t understand.'
Wouldn’t he? Eve remembered her odd feeling when Sarah had looked into Monty’s eyes and told him to say good-bye. It was as if they’d read each other’s minds.
Witch’s familiar…
Crazy. The golden retriever was not sinister. Even when he’d been in work mode, he’d been remote rather than intimidating.
'You like her even though she won’t do what you want?' Jane asked. 'Maybe she’ll change her mind.'
Jane looked at her skeptically.
Eve felt skeptical herself. 'I’ll call her later.' In the meantime she’d hit the Internet again and search for other options.
She had a hunch changing Sarah Patrick’s mind would be almost impossible.
The phone was ringing when Eve walked into the house.
'Did you get her?' Logan asked as soon as Eve answered. 'You had me followed.'
'You wanted protection for the little girl.'
'I take it they phoned back to tell you who I went to see?”
“Sarah Patrick. Cadaver dog. Smart move.'
'She turned me down.'