Chapter 7

Padding through the kitchen, he looked in the refrigerator. It was well stocked with both food and beer. He took a can of Budweiser and went into the living room. Cam picked up the TV remote from a side table, and walked to the couch. Mr. Magee was there, already stretched out, sound asleep, and snoring. Cam smiled, then sat down next to the dog, glad now for the fleece he’d spread out for the pooch, knowing that to sit on the leather in this heat would bring on another round of sweat.

Settling in, Cam opened the beer, took a sip, then used the remote to switch on the TV. He sat watching the local news. The weather forecast came on. A pretty, female meteorologist informed him of the bad news.