When a cop and a newly released convict cross paths, few cons can expect anything positive. Struggling toward a home he knows no longer exists, Ike Hernandez meets a cop who seems different. He isn’t sure he can believe the kindness, but he wants to learn to trust again and regain his lost self-respect.<br><br>Perry Parker became a law enforcement officer to help people. He learned there wasn’t much he could do, but now and then he found someone he could help. Would the lost man with the little dog that he picked up one stormy night be one of them?<br><br>Pursuing tales about a new drug dealer, Perry starts to doubt the man he’s befriended, but something inside him still feels Ike is a decent person. When the real dealers take advantage of the convict’s past, Perry, his unofficial canine partner, and the little stray Ike adopted save the day. Can a cop, a con, and two dogs make an unorthodox family?

A Cop and a Con

“Mama, she won’ wake up. Me and Nita are hungry. Poppi went to town to the bar, and he busted mama’s phone. Said all she did was call the drug dealer on it.”


Perry swore under his breath. The situation was so typical. “Okay, let me see if I can get your mama to wake up. Ella esta boracho?”


The drug of choice here was meth, but some used pot, coke, or even heroin. There was no way to know what the child’s mother had taken. Maybe she was just drunk. People often turned to alcohol when other drugs could not be had.


The small boy shrugged. “Yo no se. Creo que no.”


I don’t know, but don’t think so.As he mentally translated, Perry got out and followed the ragged child to the nearest shack.


Chapter 11