Chapter 155

“Where is he?”

“Over there beside that blue truck,” I said, pointing toward the truck, “with Thor.”

“Thor is the dog that grabbed the killer’s arm?”

“Yes, he is. He’s had some K-9 training, and he knew just what to do when he saw a gun pointed at me.”

They asked a few more questions, and I finally said, “Let me say one final thing, and then I want to go eat.”

“What do you want to say, Lieutenant?”

“I just want to thank my good friend Captain Robert Plott of the Waynesville Police Department and his good friend Sheriff Dan Sutton of Haywood County for handling things so well.”

I got out of the wheelchair and walked over to the truck. Mike opened the passenger door and the extended-cab door. Thor hopped inside, and I climbed in.

“Let’s get out of here, babe,” I said.

When we got to the cabin, the last of the investigators were just leaving. In the kitchen, Zeb and Zeke were working at scrubbing the bloodstains from the floor.