Saturday, March 30, 2013

" what are you doing ? don't do that ." nina kept the panic out of her voice with an effort .

"looking ."
she swallowed , watching hitchcock hurl himself against  the window ." anything ?" she asked when she could satnd the suspense no longer .
"well ," bob said ," yea ." he wriggled out from under the car , grabbed her by the arm , and pulled her farther away .
"what's the matter ?"
"come on ! i hate to tell you , but it's bad ."
"a tracker ?" she asked ."GPS  or somethng ?"
"worse !"
"what do you mean ?"
"mom , i think it's an explosive . call the cops . mom . you tay right here .i'll get hitchcock out ...."
"no ! no ! stay  away  from it !" this time nina did the pulling , and it took some lengthy  argument and anguished begging to stop bob rom riskinhg his life to save his pet.
oce she felt she could trust bob to stay awAy from the bronco , she called the police , all the time watching hitchcock ' liquid eyes , frightened for him and his big wet tongue , oblivious . just waiting to get withh people he loved , he copntinued to assault the windows.nina and bob walked out of his line of sight so that he would stop .
within minutes several police cars arrived . six officers carefully evacuated the restaurant , filing people out by one , keeping them as far aay as possible from the p[arking lot . people from the restaurant , unable to leave without cars , were joined by  a crowd of neighborhood people . everybody stood bug eyed behind yellow caution tape , rubbernecking , but still unable to see much .
"our dog ," nina said to policewoman ." our dog ! "

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