“How do you know he went in there?” Cassie asked as she pulled her Sig.
“Caught a flicker of motion out of the corner of my eye.” Jack raised his Glock and darted across the street.
They crept along beneath the windows of the old abandoned brick school building, their soft soles crunching on broken glass and garbage.
Jack held up his hand and she froze behind him.
“What?” she whispered.
He tipped his hand forward, pointing. “Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.”
Cassie blinked at the scraggly mutt wagging his tail at a dumpster. “I didn’t know you were a literary man.”
He chuckled as they moved. “Just loved the Marx brothers.”
For the record, I don't think the dog in the photo is scraggly, it just fit better with the story. :) Thank you for stopping by. If you'd like to read more of the #FridayFictioneers, please check out host Madison Woods' site. Happy reading!