Chapter 29

Frantic now, he ran down the row of condos. Where could she have got to? The dog park? Fuck, Christopoulos. This is bad…really bad.

“Shelby, Shelby.”

Just then he heard a familiar but muffled crooning bark. He stopped dead in his tracks trying to locate the source of the sound. He turned to see Shelby and Clyde standing inside Nick’s patio door. Shelby’s tail was wagging furiously and she was singing her hound song at high volume. He ran to the door and dropped to his knees before it, pressing his head and hands against the glass. The two dogs fairly writhed with happiness at seeing him there.

Thank you, God!

As he knelt, the thought crossed his mind there were only two times he called upon the Almighty—in situations like this when he had screwed up and when he was in the throes of sexual ecstasy. He wondered briefly what God thought about that. Maybe he should try to pray more.