Chapter 18

Mr. Authority looked at me and said, “Sir, can you tell us what happened?”

I said, “We were out for our usual early morning run with the dog when I heard a shot and my friend went down, and as I stopped to look at him, a second shot hit me in the arm. The force of it spun me around, and I almost fell on top of him.” Charles was being hovered over by two of the EMT personnel and was moaning softly. I hurt like hell too, but the adrenaline was still flowing, and that tended to block the pain somewhat.

Mr. Authority asked a few more stupid questions; then one of the cops said in a loud voice, “Somebody get this mutt out of the way.”

I looked over at him and said, “Look, asshole, he’s not a mutt, he’s a pedigreed Irish Setter, and someone is coming to take care of him.”

The cop shot back, “I’ve got a gun that can take care of him.”