Inspector Sloane Strikes Again
"Ms. Sloane! Just let me go, and I'll be your dog for the rest of my life! Point me at anyone you want, and I'll bite!"
Watching her drown in that giddy, premature relief, I let go of her chin.
I stood, pulled an individually wrapped antiseptic wipe from my pocket, and, with open disgust on my face, wiped my finger clean one joint at a time in front of her.
"Sorry. I don't like touching filth. As for that dog act, save it for your cellmates. I hear they've got a real soft spot for pretty little things like you."
The gap between hoisting someone up to the edge of hope and then shoving them straight into the pit—that particular cruelty was more than Mona could take. She let out a broken, hollo