Operation Soldier Next Door. Justine Davis

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      “Eat before it gets cold. If you have leftovers, it’s good over noodles.”

      He nodded. Realized much too late that he’d made her stand outside holding a heavy pot for far too long. Feeling that required...something, he said hastily, “I’d ask you in, but it still reeks in there.”

      “Like a place that’s had a big hole blown in it?”

      He nodded again. Drew in a deep breath as he set the pot on the glass table beside the door, which thankfully hadn’t shattered from the concussion of the blast. And wondered why this seemed so hard. “About the grumpy... It was a long trip, and then the explosion. I—I’m sorry.”

      She gave him a look he couldn’t quite interpret. “Actually, I think it’s the dog you should apologize to. I can at least understand.”

      He sighed then. “I know.”

      “You don’t like dogs?”

      “I love dogs. I just... He reminded me of another one.”

      “Does he? I’ve never seen one with coloring like that.”

      “I don’t mean looks. More intensity.”

      “He is that, isn’t he.” It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t answer. “Who’s the other dog?”

      “Sunny. Well, Sunniva, which is Latin for something. But we always called her Sunny, because...well, she’s that, inside and out. She’s an MWD—Military Working Dog—who was with us overseas. She’s the reason I’m still alive, along with most of my squad.”

      He was a little surprised he’d said so much. Normally he would have said, “Just a dog I knew,” or some such. But nothing seemed to be normal just now, him least of all.

      “Dogs are amazing, aren’t they? They give so much and ask so little.” Her voice was soft, her tone utterly genuine and more than a little awed. Exactly how he felt when he thought of Sunny and what she had done. “She wasn’t hurt, was she?”

      He liked the urgency in her question, the concern for an animal she didn’t know and never would.

      “No. She got clear.”

      “Where is she?”

      “She’s still there.”

      He didn’t add that because of that, anything could happen; he could see that Lacy got it.

      “You miss her,” she said, still in that soft tone.

      “Yes,” he admitted.

      “It must be a bond like no other.”

      Yes, she got it all right. “Yes,” he repeated, unable to think of anything to add. Then abruptly he remembered what he hadn’t said. “And thank you. For the food. When I cook, it usually requires a meat identifier.”

      She smiled. “You’re welcome. But...a what?”

      “You know. Potatoes mean beef. Applesauce says pork chops. Cranberry says it’s turkey. Otherwise you can never tell.”

      She laughed, seemingly delighted by the old, corny military joke. But at that point he was out of things to say and was grateful when his cell phone rang, ending this silence that he thought should feel awkward, but oddly didn’t.

      To his surprise, it was the county arson investigator.

      “Foxworth has even more pull than I realized,” the woman said when he asked. “We got the report back from the federal lab just now. I didn’t expect it for days yet.”

      Somehow he wasn’t surprised. Quinn Foxworth had that air about him, not just of confidence and authority, but genuine power, the power to get things done.

      “And?” he asked.

      “You want the whole thing or the bottom line?”

      “Bottom line, please. I probably wouldn’t understand the rest.”

      “No leak. The valve on the bottom tank was open.”

      Tate opened his mouth to protest, then stopped. He had no proof, but he knew. Gramps would never, ever do that. He was meticulous, always had been, and age hadn’t changed him. Besides, Tate would have smelled it. He’d had the window open, and it was right beside the shed. And there was no mistaking the purposefully distinctive odor of propane.

      “So what does that mean?” he asked.

      “It’s early yet, but if I had to guess...”

      “Please guess. I won’t hold you to it.”

      “The tank that blew is pretty scorched on the bottom.”

      Tate got there quickly. “So you think the lower tank valve got opened somehow, the leak got ignited somehow and the extreme heat from that fire blew the tank stacked on top of it?”

      “That’s the theory, yes. There’s some additional recovered material we have yet to identify, but right now...”

      That was a lot of somehows, Tate thought. But he said only, “So...a freak accident?”

      “Sorry, I can’t say. That determination hasn’t been made yet. I’m only calling now because Brett Dunbar asked me to let you know something ASAP.”

      It took him a moment to place the name. And after the call had ended he shook his head at the oddity of having a man he’d never met intercede for him at the request of a neighbor he’d met less than a day and half ago.

      Yes, there was a lot to be said for this small-town stuff. And people—and dogs—named Foxworth.

      Maybe even girls next door.

       Chapter 7

      It was the dog again.

      Tate scowled. Counting the first night, this was the fifth time in the last two days the dog had shown up. It was as if the dog made rounds, and he’d added Tate to the list. And each time he was followed by his people, one or the other or sometimes both. They seemed remarkably unperturbed at having to retrieve their pet so often.

      But this time he’d made it into the house, through the patio sliding door that Tate had left open while he carried out debris he’d found thrown into other areas of the house. Even more irritating, he was in the kitchen. Sitting in that same alert way Tate had seen before.

      At first he thought the dog was expecting a dog biscuit or some kind of treat. But then he realized the dog wasn’t just sitting, he was staring. As Sunny had, when something was wrong with the familiar landscape around her. Intent, undistractable, until something was done about the offending intrusion. Once it had been a visiting general, who landed high on the “don’t like this” scale. Once it had been a new video game with lots of loud car noises that somebody had brought into the СКАЧАТЬ