2 septembre 2026

THE TEN-DOLLAR TRUTH

Blake tilted his head slightly. “Funny. Most people remember where they get a trained police dog.”

The man shifted his weight. “Look, officer, I don’t want trouble.”

“That depends,” Blake replied. “Because right now, this looks like trouble.”

The wind picked up, rattling the loose metal sign above them.

Blake stepped closer.

“Where did you get him?”

The man’s jaw tightened. “Bought him off a guy.”

“What guy?”

Another pause.

Then—

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