I Asked a Bleeding Biker on the Curb if He Needed Help and He Said Save My Dog

Reyes would handle it.

But I couldn’t shake what Mike had said.

Save my dog.

I walked toward the back of the lot, where the asphalt ended and the woods started. The trees were thick. Maples, mostly, and a tangle of brush. There was a thin trail running through it.

“Daisy,” I called out. My voice cracked. “Daisy, come here, girl.”

Nothing.

I walked deeper continue reading …