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160 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 28, 2015

"Jesus, are you fucking kidding me?" Rhys shouted. "You'd actually let this animal die just to spite someone you don't like?"
"Rhys!"
Rhys turned to look at Callan, frustrated that he wasn't doing anything. But then reality set in - what was happening wasn't new for him or for Finn. They lived this every day - had been living it for two years.
"Mr Bale?"
All heads turned to see the old woman from the parking lot standing just inside the doorway, the brown dog cradled lovingly in her withered arms. "You're Dolly's nephew, right?", she asked Callan.
He nodded, stiffly, clearly readying himself for another attack.
"There's a new vet who just moved to town last week. He's not set up or anything yet, but maybe he can help you. Dr. Winters. He's at Humphries place. You know it?" she asked.
Callan was already moving towards the door. "Yes ma'am. Thank you."
"You go on now and I'll give him a call to let him know you're coming," she ordered as she marched up to the reception desk and stood on her tip toes so she could reach the phone.
"Mrs Greene", the vet began, but she quelled him with a sharp look and he snapped his mouth shut.
"Wendy, be a dear and find me the number for Dr. Winters," she said sweetly to the technician who moved to do her bidding.



