Chapter 29

He talked to Beau, who actually seemed somewhat interested, and he explained that their days of boring circle walks were over. Until winter prevented them from walking outside, anyway. He had no idea if Beau thought that was a good idea or not, but Beau didn’t take off running and screaming. He assumed that was a favourable sign.

It was dark and moist and cool in the park. The trail was overhung with trees and lined with bushes, so it wasn’t until a heavy drop fell on Bryson’s forearm that he realised the sky had darkened dramatically.

“Oh, damn,” he said, looking up. Clouds rolled and rushed above the treetops, and as Bryson watched, the sky grumbled loudly.

As if in reply to it, Beau stomped the ground and snorted.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Bryson grumbled. “Let’s go back.”