Chapter 17

Josh raises his head slowly to the leisurely ticking of the cuckoo clock on the far wall. And then he notices where he is: curled up next to Fletcher on the futon in the living room. I forgot I came out here after I talked to EddieWhen was that?

He pokes his head out from under the warm afghan and reaches for his cell phone and reading glasses on top of the wine crate on the floor next to him. He puts his glasses on and checks for messages from Eddie.

None.

He sighs, removes his glasses, and lays them down on the crate. “How about a walk around the block?” he asks Fletcher. “What the hell—I can’t sleep.”

The dog’s ears perk up straight.

Josh moans as he wiggles out from beneath Fletcher’s massive body. The dog jumps off the couch, and Josh unravels himself from the afghan.

Even at this hour, the dog is full of energy. “Do you ever slow down, man?” Josh teases.

Fletcher lets out a piercing bark, and Josh stoops over the animal. “No more treats. Let’s go for a walk.”