The Best Man. Kristan Higgins

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      The chicken seemed just fine—the dog seemed delighted with the bird, which cocked its head and made a funny, burring noise. The dog wagged and panted, covered in dirt.

      “Come on, Blue,” Levi said. “Come on, buddy.”

      The dog smiled again. He was a great-looking dog, and dumb as a box of hair. Not that the chicken was Stephen Hawking, mind you. It could’ve walked out from under the porch at any time.

      “Please, Chief. Please save my little baby.”

      Levi sighed. The Knoxes needed to have kids or cats or monkeys or something. “Okay, I’ll go under.”

      “That dog is vicious.” Mrs. Knox wept.

      “Want me to call for backup?” Everett asked.

      “No, Ev,” Levi said. “The dog’s fine.” Levi had to belly-crawl, using his elbows to pull himself along. His drill sergeant at basic had loved making them do this. Four tours in Afghanistan, and Levi had never once had to crawl. But here it was, coming in handy.

      His cell phone rang. All police calls to the station were transferred to his cell if he was out on a call. “Chief Cooper,” he said.

      “It’s me,” his sister said. “I’m home. I couldn’t take it another second.”

      “You gotta be kidding me.”

      “Is it Baby! Is she dead?” Mrs. Knox shrilled.

      “She’s not dead,” Levi called back.

      “Where are you?” Sarah demanded.

      “I’m working. Why are you home? School started three weeks ago, Sarah, and you’ve already been back six times.”

      “I’m homesick, okay? I’m sorry I’m such a pain in your ass, but I hate it there! I need a gap year.”

      “You’re not having a gap year. You’re in college, and you’re going to finish. Now, I’m busy, so we’ll talk when I get home.”

      “What are you doing?”

      “I’m rescuing a chicken.”

      “I am totally tweeting that. My brother, the hero.”

      He hung up. Gap year, his ass. She’d go back to college; he’d drive her back tonight...okay, maybe tomorrow morning. And she’d stay in school, she’d do great, and she’d thank him later.

      About five more feet of crawling through the dirt—which appeared to be fertilized by the Knox chickens, so, yes, this really was a chickenshit job at the moment—till he could reach the dog. But apparently, the chicken decided there was nothing to fear, because it plunked itself down right against Blue’s chest. The dog seemed quite pleased about that, resting his chin on the chicken’s back. “They’re cuddling,” he called.

      “What?” Nancy shrieked. “Did you say killing?”

      “Cuddling!” Levi shouted back.

      “Chief!” Everett shouted. “Are you in danger? I have drawn my weapon! Do you need assistance?”

      “Everett! Put that gun away!”

      “Roger that, Chief.”

      Levi sighed. More days than not, he imagined that he would die at the hands of Officer Everett Field’s general ineptitude. Alas, Everett was the only child of Marian Field, Manningsport’s mayor, and basically had a job for life. He wasn’t a bad kid, and he had a wicked case of hero worship where Levi was concerned, but he drew his weapon roughly six times a day.

      “Blue, old buddy,” he said, “I’m gonna relieve you of this bird, if you don’t mind.” Blue wagged again, and Levi took the sleeping chicken in his hands, then reverse-crawled out. He was filthy. His shift was almost over, at least. Not that he stopped working; there was always something else to do, which suited Levi just fine these days.

      “Here you go,” he said, handing Mrs. Knox her chicken. “Think about an enclosure, okay?”

      “Oh, Chief, thank you so much!” she said, beaming at him. “You’re wonderful! What about that dog, though? He’s evil! He should be locked up!”

      The dog whined from under the porch, probably missing his little buddy. “I’ll speak to the owner,” Levi said.

      “That was a great save, Chief,” Everett said, coming over as Levi brushed himself off as best he could. “You did an amazing job. Wow.”

      Levi stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “Thanks, Ev. Listen. You draw that gun again, and I’m taking it away from you.”

      “Roger that, Chief.”

      Levi bent down and looked at the dog, who looked quite morose. “Wanna go for a ride?”

      The dog flew out from under the porch, then streaked over to the cruiser, dancing eagerly.

      “Maybe you should’ve said that first,” Everett pointed out. “Then you wouldn’t have had to crawl under there. You got really dirty.”

      “Thanks for pointing that out. Why don’t you close up the station tonight, Ev?”

      Everett’s face lit up. “Really?”

      “Sure.” Levi would go back and check it afterward, because Everett always forgot something. Besides, the police station was forty-five seconds from where he lived. Plus, he’d be on the town green, anyway, as there was yet another wine event today. Every weekend, there was something going on, and it was fine. Good for the town, good for job security.

      But for now, a shower. He looked at the dog. It didn’t feel right to bring a huge, filthy animal into Mr. and Mrs. Holland’s house, where he’d heard Faith was staying. Dog-washing. Another thing to add to his job description.

      Since his wife dumped him a year and a half ago, Levi lived in the Opera House apartment building. Sharon and Jim Wiles had both spent and made a fortune on converting the building into the only apartment complex in town. A month after Nina had casually informed him that married life wasn’t for her after all and reenlisted, Levi’s mother had been diagnosed with a fast and furious pancreatic cancer. She’d died six weeks later. Sarah, then almost finished with her junior year in high school, had moved in with him.

      He’d done his big brother shtick, putting his arm around her and letting her bawl, making her grilled cheese and tomato sandwiches, like Mom had done. He missed their mother, too, but he’d been away for eight years. One thing combat had taught him was that in order to handle some of the awful shit they’d dealt with, feelings had to have the cuffs slapped on them, so to speak. He’d shed a few tears at his mom’s bedside, don’t get him wrong, but when real memories crept in—the time she took him to Niagara Falls when he was in fifth grade and she was pregnant with Sarah, so they could have one last СКАЧАТЬ