Secret Society by Stuart R. West

Author:Stuart R. West
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, suspense, dark comedy, serial killer, satire, corporate business thriller
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.

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The dog could barely walk. For every few steps it managed, its back legs gave out as if walking on ice. Still, the dog looked at Cody with trust in its eyes, a wag in its tail, and dumb hope filling its head.

Cody had to make two trips—the first to put away his equipment, the second for the dog. The dog wore the blanket like a hoodie, poking its head out to watch Cody in the van. While changing out of his bloody coveralls, Cody talked to the dog.

As he looked at the dog, his anger reignited. Why do bastards like him even have dogs? The dickhead had been home for a couple hours and never even took the dog out of its cage.

Cody wrenched the van into the all-night animal hospital parking lot. Pulling his hoodie tight, he raced through the automatic sliding doors. A woman looked up briefly to watch the commotion, the cat in her lap yowling like a laryngitic man. No other customers, no other witnesses.

The young girl behind the counter paid him no attention until she spotted the bundled-up dog. “What’s the matter with you, poochie?” she said.

“This dog! I found him, yo. He’s starving, cold. I think he’s been beaten and crap.” Anxiety rose in Cody’s voice, urgency pressing him on. Honestly, he didn’t think the dog had very long to live. “He needs to be looked at now. Please!”

“All right, settle down. Dr. Jorgens will take a look at him soon. In the meantime, I need to get some information from you. Name? And may I see some form of identification?”

Frustrated, Cody barreled through the swinging doors into what he presumed to be the medical rooms. He found a white-coated, middle-aged man sitting in a folding chair, his hands entwined in his lap, staring at the floor. His bushy eyebrows lifted when he saw Cody. “Um, can I help you?”

“Please, Doc! You gotta’ help this dog. I don’t think he’s doing so good, yo!” When Cody set the dog onto the table, the dog’s paws scrabbled across the metal top. Flumph. The dog went down. It stupidly waved its tail, too damn dumb to notice the severity of the situation. “Please.”

The doctor nodded, briefly pulling out of his late-night apathy, and turned his attention toward the Labrador. “Okay. What brings…a lab mix, I’m guessing…into my wonderful offices this time of night?” He rubbed behind the dog’s ears.

“I found him…wandering in the street. He was covered in shit and everything, freezing his ass off! I think he’s been beaten, and I bet he hasn’t eaten for days.”

“Yep, looks like you’ve been through the mill, doesn’t it, boy?” The doctor turned his tone down when speaking to Cody, no longer friendly. “Where’d you find him?”

“I don’t know. Somewhere out south! Don’t matter!”

“And what’d you say your name was, son?”

“Uh, Bob…Jones.”

Cody wanted to knock the smarmy smile off the vet’s face, but the dog needed him. “I see…Mr. Jones.” He continued his examination while Cody paced the floor.

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