True Intent (Nate Shepherd Legal Thriller Series Book 2) by Michael Stagg

Author:Michael Stagg [Stagg, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

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The next day I just had one thing left to do. First thing in the morning, I drove to Gateway Animal Rescue.

I don't know what I was expecting, maybe a bunch of cages and a little mini jail for dogs, but it wasn't that at all. I found kennels and crates of all sizes, housing barking dogs and aloof cats and one potbelly pig of a surprisingly good disposition. I also found an exercise yard and an agility course and three climbing posts, along with what looked to be at least eight high school and college students feeding and grooming and exercising the animals.

I waved to a young woman filling the bowl of a forlorn Great Dane and asked for Missy Lincoln, the owner of the shelter who had left the message at Liselle's office. The girl nodded, scratched the chin of the Great Dane (who in turn rubbed his great head against her leg), and told me to wait just a moment. The Great Dane and I each stared with mutual curiosity about what the other was doing here, when a woman in her forties came over from the exercise yard. She had long, honey blonde hair with a streak or two of gray and she wore jeans, work boots, and a gray fleece that was, not surprisingly, covered in dog hair. She smiled and I was taken aback because it was about as nice and as forthright a smile as I'd ever been given.

“Missy Lincoln,” she said. “Can I help you?”

She offered me her hand so I took it and said, “Nate Shepherd.”

Her smile brightened even more. “I like the name.”

“Thanks. This is a great place.”

“We try. There's an awful lot of work to do.” She slipped her work gloves off and gestured. “You'll have to excuse the mess; I was digging a post hole for a new obstacle in the yard.”

I waved. “You can't do good work without getting dirty.”

“Ain't that the truth. So what can I help you with?”

“You left a message for Liselle Vila about a Toller. I was following up.”

A wave of something crossed Missy's face. “I did. I shouldn't have done that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn't know what had happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want some coffee?” Missy said. “It's still not noon and I'm still in the refueling part of my day.”

“I'd love some.”

She gestured for me to follow her and we went to a small kitchenette area with a microwave, a mini fridge, a sink, and most importantly, a large coffee maker. “Where did you find one that holds sixteen cups?” I said. “I haven't been able to find one of those anywhere.”

“A special donation.” She smiled. “Probably the best one we've ever received.”

She poured me a cup and one for herself and left them both black which increased my admiration for her another notch. The din of the dogs was a little less in here so that it was easier to hear her as she said, “It’s kind of a long story.

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