Dominic Arnold
Fuck! Dominic glances down at his wristwatch. The second-hand ticks by, but each full cycle feels more like hours than minutes. It's a quarter after eleven in the morning, and he's stuck at Alpha Prime. No. Not stuck, he's trapped, immobilized by the long arm of the law.
Jonas Tilly Taggart, Sheriff J.T. as he prefers to be called, has only been in Kensington Cove for eight short months. But those two-hundred and forty-five days have been anything but calm or short. The human, too smart for his own sake, has come to the conclusion that something is brewing under the surface just waiting to bust loose.
He's right, of course, but that's par for the course. The man's like a fucking pit bull. Once he sinks his teeth into something, he doesn't let go, and from the sound of things, someone's been tossing him a bone here and there.