Shattered Lullaby. Laura Scott

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СКАЧАТЬ caught himself and looked away. He didn’t need to keep an eye on his passengers, as Duchess seemed to be enthralled by the woman and the baby in the back seat.

      Or maybe his partner instinctively knew to offer her protection.

      He grappled with Lacy’s allegation that the dark-haired guy was a police officer. He could easily find out for sure, but he was loath to use his radio. He’d bought them a little time, but he couldn’t postpone the inevitable forever. Now that he knew about the Amber Alert, he would have to take Lacy and Rory into custody so she could provide her side of the story.

      In his gut, he believed she was telling the truth. But he also knew that David’s being a cop would make things a lot more difficult.

      Her word against that of a police officer.

      He didn’t like it.

      Even worse, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to continue investigating the case. In theory, once he handed her over, his role in this mess would be finished. The case would be given to one of the homicide detectives, not a K-9 officer.

      The thought was depressing. Matt didn’t want to become attached to the little guy, but at the same time, he worried about what would happen to him. The kid was the real innocent victim here. Would he end up in foster care?

      Maybe, but it was likely a whole lot better than ending up with his father.

      The lights from the emergency veterinary clinic loomed up ahead, so he turned in that direction.

      He and Duchess had only been there once before, and that was related to another on-the-job injury. Some perp had kicked Duchess in the head and he’d panicked, fearing she had suffered some sort of brain injury. She’d been fine, and he was determined she would get through this latest injury without complications as well.

      After parking the SUV, he jumped out and went around to the back to get Duchess. She lifted her head, her tail thumping in greeting, but he could tell by the way she was acting that the wound along her side hurt.

      “It’s okay, girl. I have you.” He scooped the animal into his arms—no small feat since she was a solid German shepherd weighing in at eighty pounds, hefty for a female.

      She licked his face again and he used his elbow to close the back hatch. As he rounded the corner of the SUV, he realized that Lacy had gotten out of the vehicle with Rory swaddled against her. She held the door to the clinic open for him.

      “Thanks,” he said, carrying Duchess inside.

      “You’re welcome.” She surprised him again by following him into the building.

      He supposed it was better for her to be inside the building since her brother-in-law was looking for her.It bothered him to think about her need to escape with Rory in the middle of the night.

      He focused on Duchess. Blood was seeping through the dressings he’d applied, so he looked around for someone to talk to. “I need some help here,” he said in a loud tone.

      The veterinary assistant came out of the back, then hurried over. “What happened?”

      “This is my K-9 partner. She was cut by a sharp object,” he said. “The laceration is roughly six inches long.”

      “This way.” The assistant led the way through a door into a small exam room.

      He eased the dog down on the stainless steel table, disconcerted to realize that Lacy had followed him again. Why her actions distracted him, he had no idea. Maybe on some level, he expected her to take off with the baby. In fact, he couldn’t even say he would blame her if she did.

      But she didn’t.

      The vet, a tall man who appeared to be in his early fifties, entered the room. After washing his hands in the corner sink, he approached Duchess. “I’m Dr. Hogan. Do you have any idea what was used to cause the laceration?”

      “No, it was dark. I assume a knife, but couldn’t say for sure.” Matt stayed near Duchess, holding her in place, stroking the soft fur between her ears reassuringly. “Her name is Duchess and she’s a K-9 officer.”

      “Hi, Duchess.” The vet spoke in a soothing voice. He glanced at Matt. “I assume her shots are up to date?”

      “Yes.” Matt watched as the vet cut through the gauze he’d wrapped around the dog’s torso.

      “Well, I’m glad to see the cut isn’t too deep,” Dr. Hogan said. “I think we can close it up with glue. Hopefully, it won’t bother her too much.”

      The huge wave of guilt rolled off his back. Duchess really would be okay.

      “She’ll need some antibiotics, since we don’t know what cut her, along with some pain meds.” Dr. Hogan lifted his gaze to Matt’s. “First, we’ll get this cleaned up, okay?”

      He nodded again, grateful that his partner wouldn’t need surgery. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks to God for watching over them.

      Praying came natural to him. Growing up in the Callahan family meant they went to church every Sunday, followed by brunch at his mother’s home. His father, Max Callahan, the former Chief of Police, had died in the line of duty over two years ago, but in some ways it felt as if the event that had so dramatically changed their lives had happened yesterday.

      The perp who’d shot his father had never been caught, a fact that nagged at him incessantly. And he knew it bothered the rest of his brothers and his twin sister, too. He’d spent some time trying to investigate the case but had gotten sidetracked when he’d been selected for K-9 training.

      His father had instilled a sense of serving the community in all six of his children. Most of them had gone into some type of law enforcement work; Marc was an FBI agent, Miles a homicide detective, Mitch an arson investigator, and Matt’s twin, Maddy, a lawyer, working in the DA’s office. Only his middle brother, Mike, had defied his father’s wishes by becoming a private investigator.

      “Matt?” Lacy’s soft voice interrupted his thoughts. “I’m glad Duchess is going to be okay.”

      “Thanks.” He forced a smile. “Me, too.”

      She took the baby bottle she’d used to feed Rory and washed it out in the sink. He couldn’t help but admire how she managed to take care of an infant in less than optimal conditions.

      The veterinary assistant came in with a razor and a bowl of soapy water. For the next five minutes, he held Duchess in place while the assistant first trimmed the dog’s fur from the area around the laceration, then used the soapy water to clean it. By the time they were finished, Matt’s uniform was almost as wet as Duchess’s coat.

      “Dr. Hogan will be back shortly,” the assistant said, emptying the bowl of soapy water into the sink, then rinsing it out.

      An hour later, Duchess was ready to go. She took her antibiotics and pain pills in a ball of peanut butter like a pro. Since the leash was out in the car and he didn’t want Duchess to pull on the glue the vet had used to close her incision, he once again scooped her into his arms.

      Lacy went ahead to open the doors for him as they made their way back outside. The moon was high in the sky, and even though he was certain СКАЧАТЬ