Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
But that money went into a savings account that I absolutely did not touch. Not ever.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure why.
I mean, I could use that money to pay to fix up my house. Or I could buy a new car seeing as my old one was dead to the world.
Though, my insurance was going to handle it, that I knew.
In the meantime, while they were debating how much to give me for an electrical problem that cost more to fix than the entire car was worth, I needed a ride.
I could just go to the car dealership, pick one out that I liked, and buy it.
But I didn’t.
I didn’t spend any of the money that I made for my magazine.
Because… I didn’t feel like it was my money.
I was honestly still thinking about the best way to donate it.
I’d donated a few times to just causes here and there, but I hadn’t found one that I knew needed my help the most.
“Hey, did you hear that the SWAT team is getting another police dog?” Ashe asked. “Ford told me today. KPD was awarded another grant to get one. A few of the guys are going out this weekend to my father-in-law’s place.”
“Really?” I asked. “Who’s getting it?”
I mean, it had to go home with somebody, didn’t it?
“Maybe it’ll be like a class gerbil at school,” Ares said. “They all take him or her home for a bit at a time.”
“The cats will love that.” Ares snickered, looking at the door worriedly.
A thump followed her comment, then there was a whole lot of shouting and not a little bit of cursing.
“Wow,” I said. “That’s some inventive language.”
“Agreed,” Ares said. “I…”
There was such a hard slam into the wall that I winced. “Oh, boy.”
“That was a concussion if I’ve ever heard one.” Avery looked worried now.
The shouting and yelling continued until finally, it all just went silent. Then a round of ‘oh, fucks’ and ‘son of a bitch’ and ‘motherfucker’ was heard from the men that were in the hallway.
“Who do you think just got here that has everyone freaking the fuck out?” I whispered.
“Ten bucks says it’s the old SWAT team.” Rowen snickered.
“Ten bucks says it’s just Luke.” Ashe shook her head. “He’s really in a bad mood lately. Everything is stressing him out. It helped that they got the new SWAT team going this year, though. And the dog thing was at the suggestion of Trance one day. Luke ran with it, too. So that also solves another one of his problems with Mocha being retired now for way too long. The council was going on and on about how they couldn’t ‘afford’ a new police K-9 right now. But then the school called yesterday, pissed as hell, about not getting their weekly sweep of the school for going on a year now. The new principal.”
I grimaced. “He’s an ass… but I think he’s a competent ass. He’s much different than Principal Bailey.”
“Piece of shit,” Ares muttered.
I snorted and gestured to the wall where there was now whining coming through.
“This is going to be a long night,” I said. “Watch them arrest every last one of them and then we’re left in here to deal until they’re ready for us to come out.”
“You could always lock pick it back open,” Avery suggested.
I yawned and moved so that I could lean against the wall. Seconds later, I slid down the length of the wall and then rested my forehead against Ares’ leg.
“I have a meeting in a few weeks with a new group of service dogs.” I yawned again. “Well, the organization that runs the adoption process. Hey, do you think that Delanie would be willing to house some dogs and work with them? I need to talk to her.”
“I’m sure that Delanie would be willing to do anything when it comes to dogs,” Avery murmured. “I took some photos for her last week so that she could put them on her website. She dotes on those dogs. And she was talking about expanding. I don’t see why she couldn’t expand using military working dogs.”
“They’re coming to me this time,” I said. “They’re actually not too far from Kilgore. About two hours. They live in Souls Chapel. Have you ever heard of Souls Chapel?”
“I’ve heard of the motorcycle club that calls that place home. I heard my dad and a few of the other Dixie Wardens MC talking when they were thinking about opening up another chapter in Texas. They were worried that the other motorcycle club would get pissed. They’re actually called the Souls Chapel MC. And from what I understand, there is a man that runs something to do with dogs down there,” Ashe said. “Luke considered calling them. They didn’t think that these dogs would be the kind of dogs that Kilgore PD would need.”