Chapter 72

“I’ll be there,” he said. “No bells.” 3

Because she was used to Boz’s odd hours, Athena did not fuss when he got up at eleven thirty and dressed. Even though her eyes held a shadow of reproach at the prospect of having to stay home alone yet again, she remained curled up on her cushiony bed at the foot of his. Before he walked out, he stooped to scratch her ears and rummaged in the “dog cupboard” in the hall closet for one of her favorite treats, a new hoof chew.

“There, girl, that’ll keep you occupied for a while. I’ll be back before you even miss me.”

He slipped quietly out the back door and walked down the alley, soft-footed as a cat in the dark. He thought about driving, however, decided walking would be less obtrusive and wouldn’t take a whole lot longer. The evening air held a hint of coolness. Summer was definitely over.