FASHION AND CRIME
His tail wagged in anticipation, as if waiting for Zagaff to toss a treat or play a game.
Zagaff chuckled, pointing the cigar at the dog. “Coco, my boy, you see what happens when you stay calm and let others handle the mess? Those fools at La Villa Avenue thought they were coming for me. Instead, they walked right into the hands of the police!”
He reached for a biscuit from the table and tossed it to Coco, who caught it mid-air and wagged his tail even harder.
“Good boy,” Zagaff said, laughing. “I should put you in charge of my security. You’re sharper than half the men out there!”