The man glanced furtively at the dog.
The dog growled again.
“Drop the knife, or he’ll attack.”
The man hesitated, and the dog took a step forward. The knife clattered to the ground, along with the shoes, and the man took two rapid steps backward. Then he spun around and ran.
Cole took in the medium-size dog that was now wagging its tail, obviously feeling proud of himself.
“Good job,” he told the mutt, patting its head, finding sticky, matted fur.
He looked closer and realized the animal was painfully thin. It had a wiry, mottled coat, mostly tan, but black on the ears and muzzle. Its brown eyes looked world-weary and exhausted.
“You a stray?” Cole found himself asking.
He moved to pick up the shoes. When he straightened, the dog was watching him patiently.
“You probably want a reward for all that.”
The dog blinked.
“I don’t blame you.” Cole blew out a breath. He supposed the least he could do was buy the animal a burger.
“Come on, then.” He started down the alley toward the brightly lit street. The dog trotted at his heels.
At the front of the hotel, Cole reported the incident to one of the doormen, who sent someone to retrieve the knife. Cole learned that they’d had previous trouble with a thief impersonating a waiter at large events. If the knife had fingerprints on it, they might be able to catch the guy. It seemed likely he’d stolen more than just the shoes tonight.
Duty done, Cole and the dog then made their way down the street until they came to a fast-food restaurant.
Thinking it was a fifty-fifty shot the mutt would wait, Cole left it outside while he purchased two deluxe hamburgers. He was hungry after the fancy little portions at the pilots association event, and a burger didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.
When he returned to the street, the dog jumped to attention. It wolfed down the burger in two bites, so Cole gave it the second one, as well.
His phone chimed, and a text message told him Luca was sending back the empty car. Luca and Destiny were stopping for a nightcap.
Cole smiled at his friend’s luck, tossed the wrappers in the trash and headed back toward the hotel. Predictably, the dog followed along. It was sure to be disappointed when a meal didn’t appear at their next stop.
Cole took the animal back to the alley at the edge of the hotel property and pointed. “Go on, now,” he told it.
It looked up at him uncomprehendingly.
“Go home,” Cole commanded.
It didn’t move.
He made his voice sterner. “Go on.”
The dog ducked its head, eyes going sad.
Cole felt a shot to his chest.
He tried to steel himself against the guilt, but the effort didn’t pay off. He crouched down in front of the dog, scratching its matted neck and meeting its eyes. “I don’t know what you expect here.”