whiskey, and she’ll still smell the dynamite. Ain’t she amazing?”
Scott studied Budress for a moment, and realized how much the man loved these dogs. Budress was a dog man.
Scott said, “Why do you think she alerted?”
“Dunno. Maybe you oughta tell your detective friends to search that house for IEDs.”
Budress burst out laughing, pleased with himself, then shouted for Downing to find a new tent.
“She’s looking real good. Give her some water, and we’ll do one more.”
Scott was clipping up Maggie for the tenth run when Leland stormed out of his office.
“Officer James!”
Scott turned, and heard Budress mumble.
“Now what?”
Leland covered the ground in long, angry strides.
“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you did not DARE to participate in a police action this morning without my permission.”
“I watched an arrest with the Robbery-Homicide detectives. I didn’t participate.”
Leland stomped closer until his nose was in Scott’s face.
“I know for a FACT you and your dog took part in an ARREST. My ASS was just reamed for that little FACT.”
Maggie growled—a low guttering warning, but Leland did not move.
“Call your dog out.”
“Out, Maggie. Down.”
Maggie didn’t obey. Her eyes were locked on Leland. Her muzzle wrinkled to show her fangs.
“Down.”
Maggie growled louder, and Scott knew he was losing more ground with Leland by the second.
Behind him, Budress spoke softly.
“You’re the alpha. Be alpha.”
Scott made his voice commanding.
“
Maggie eased to her belly, but did not leave Scott’s side. She was totally focused on Leland, who was still totally focused on Scott.
Scott wet his lips.
“We did not take part in the arrest. We were not there as a K-9 team. I didn’t know there was going to be an arrest until I got to the Boat. I thought they wanted files back. That’s why I took Maggie with me. I assumed I would drop the files off, then come here. That’s it, Sergeant.”
Scott wondered who complained, and why. He flashed on the senior officer who crapped his pants when Maggie lunged; the officer who turned so red he looked like he was going to stroke.
Scott sensed Leland was trying to decide whether to believe him.
“We were out here for an hour, and you didn’t mention it. This makes me think you didn’t want me to know.”
Scott hesitated.
“The Homicide people thought my seeing the guy they arrested would trigger my memory. It didn’t. I don’t. It feels like I’m letting my partner down.”
Leland was silent for several seconds, but his scowl remained firm.
“It was reported you could not control your dog, and your dog attacked a civilian.”
Scott felt himself flush.
“I controlled Maggie and the situation, and no one was harmed. Kinda like now. With you.”
Budress spoke softly again, but this time to Leland.
“Looks like Scott has Maggie well in hand to me, Top. Even though she’s all set to rip out your throat.”
Leland’s scowl flicked to Budress, and Scott knew Budress had saved him.
Leland’s scowling eyes grew thoughtful.
“Do you want to remain in my K-9 platoon, Officer James?”
“You know I do.”
“And you still hope to convince me this dog should be approved by me as fit for duty?”
“I’m going to convince you.”
“Way it works is, my boss reams me about you, I get your back. I tell him my officer is an outstanding young officer who has surprised the hell out of me by the progress he has made with his dog, and I do not for one goddamn second believe he cannot control his dog, and anyone says otherwise better come over here and say it to my face.”
Scott didn’t know what to say. This was as close to a compliment as Leland had come.
Leland let it soak in, then continued.
“When all the back-gettin’ is done, I then ream you. We clear on this principle?”
“Yes, sir. We’re clear.”
“Fact is, this dog is not part of my K-9 platoon until I certify her, which I have not. If she had bitten this fool, and the vic’s money-chiseling lawyer found out YOU—a member of THIS platoon—exposed the public to an uncertified animal, they could and would sue the blue off our asses. I like my blue ass. Don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I’m liking your blue ass just fine.”
“You lock this dog in her crate next time or you leave her with me. We clear?”
“Clear, Sergeant.”
A bead of sweat leaked down the side of Leland’s face. He wiped it slowly away using the hand with the missing fingers, and let the hand linger. Scott sensed Leland did this on purpose.
“Are you a dog man, Officer James?”
“You bet your blue ass.”
“It’s not my blue ass on the line.”
Leland stared into Scott’s eyes a moment longer, then took one step back and looked down at Maggie. She growled, low and deep in her big shepherd’s chest.
Leland smiled.
“Good dog. You’re a damned good dog.”
He looked up at Scott again.
“Dogs do what they do to please us or save us. They don’t have anything else. We owe them no less.”
He turned and stalked away.
Scott didn’t breathe until Leland disappeared into the building, then he turned to Budress.
“Thanks, man. You saved me.”
“Maggie saved you. He likes her. Doesn’t mean he won’t get rid of her, but he likes her. You should’ve left her here this morning.”
“I was scared he’d see her limp.”
Budress studied Maggie for a moment.
“She didn’t limp. Not once. Has she been limping at home?”
“Not once.”
Budress glanced up, and Scott could tell Budress knew he was lying.
“Then let’s not press it. Stow the gear. We’re done for today.”
Budress shouted for Downing to come in, and the two senior officers left Scott to clean up. Scott let Maggie off her leash, and was pleased when she stayed beside him. He broke down the screen, rolled it, and collected the four tents with Maggie beside him.
Scott rolled the last tent, and was carrying them toward the kennel when he glanced down and saw Maggie limping. Same as before, her right rear leg dragged half a heartbeat behind the left.
Scott stopped so Maggie would stop, and looked at the kennel. Leland’s window was empty. The door was closed. No one was watching.
Scott put down the tents, clipped Maggie’s lead, and hoisted the tents. He made her walk behind him so he was between Maggie and the building.
