Chapter 10

“Nope,” Said Elvis. “I have some pull here and there. Besides, if he is lost or stolen, there’s probably a reward going. Ha—he’s sort of an orphan, too. The Irish Wolfhound Society wasn’t founded until sometime in the eighties. I’ve always loved dogs. I wanted to be a veterinarian, but my folks couldn’t afford for me to go to college.”

“So what do you do,” asked sweet Brandon. I wouldn’t have thought of that. I wasn’t even interested in the man at all, other than him taking us farther on our way. I felt a bit ashamed, and I smiled at Brandon, even though he wasn’t looking.

“Uh, actually, I was a police officer. I’m retired, so don’t get your panties all in a bunch. Plus, I do a bit of singing. And the whole car thing.”

“So do you and your wife have a family?” Brandon asked.

After a hesitation, Elvis replied, “Not anymore. Not really. My wife…hasn’t been herself for a long time, and both our children are grown and gone.”