“Thankfully no, but the video is  
bad enough.”                           
     “Damn!” I said, and then got an   
idea.                                  
     “Run! Run! Run!” I screamed at    
Dodger and also started waving my arms 
around.                                
     That’s exactly what he did.       
     “What the...” Denise started to   
say, but I interrupted her.            
     “Unfortunately, Dodger escaped... 
too bad, but there he is. While you get
him, I’ll get between you and the      
camera.”                               
     I pushed the carts and racks      
around, pretending to look for the     
mouse. It’s not my fault they all      
happened to block the camera’s view.   
     Denise didn’t even hesitate. She  
grabbed Dodger and put him in her      
* pocket.                                  
     “Let’s go,” she said, and we      
headed out the door.                   
     On the way, we agreed to a plan.  
I would go see Sherrie and explain what
happened, because Denise had to use the
facilities. That would give her a      
chance to stash Dodger in her locker.  
     “What are you going to tell her?” 
Denise asked me.                       
     “The truth.”                      
     “The what?!”                      
     “I was pissed because Dodger was  
gonna die, and I tend to get a little  
animated when that happens. That scared
him, and that’s how he got away.”      
     “What about me?”                  
     “What about you? It’s not your    
fault Dodger got away, and I really    
can’t swear that I actually saw what   
happened after that. Besides, I was too
busy looking for him.”                 



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