He laughed, “Ok, I’ll take all the
blame.”                                
     “Ok then, let’s go.” I got up, and
we both walked over to the door that   
opened into the Prosecutor’s outer of- 
fice, where his secretary worked, the  
one who called to invite me in.        
     Johnson held me back, “Hold it.   
Let me go in first.”                   
     He then waved to a guy who was    
holding this huge German Shepard back. 
     The guy followed Johnson in and   
had to literally drag that big-ass dog 
into the office with him. It viciously 
snarled and snapped at me, like it     
wanted a piece of me right this fucking
minute. Not later, but right the fuck  
now.                                   
     What the hell was I getting myself
into, I thought? This did not look good
* at all.                                  
     I called Beth.                    
     She answered on the second ring   
and wanted to know what happened. I    
quickly told her about Johnson, the two
guys, and the vicious looking big-ass  
German Shepard.                        
     After swearing about the bag-     
throwing guy, she laughed a little, “I 
know what he’s doing. Don’t worry.     
You’ll survive.”                       
     “That’s easy for you to say. How’s
your emergency?”                       
     “Really bad. A kitten almost got  
one of his hind legs crushed under a   
car when the Dad backed out. The family
is devastated, especially the little   
girl. She can’t stop crying, and the   
Dad... he’s just out of it.”           
     “Oh my God! You’re kidding?”      



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