Private S.W.A.T. Takeover
October
Oh God. In her sleep, Liza Parrish rolled over and tried to wake herself up. It was happening again. And she couldn't stop it.
"Shh, baby. Shush."
Liza closed her hand around the dog's muzzle and hunched down closer beside him in his hiding spot in the shadowy alley. The fact that he didn't protest the silencing touch was evidence of just how close to starvation this furry bag of skin and bones was.
He was lucky she'd come here after classes and work tonight, following up on a call to the shelter about an emaciated stray wandering the dock area that neither the county's Animal Control Unit nor the Humane Society had been able to catch. She'd get him back to the vet's office where she was interning—feed him a little bit of food and water, run some tests to make sure he wasn't infected with heartworm or some other debilitating disease, give him some love and a bath, and maybe just save his life.
But who was going to save her ?
She hoped the dog was the only one who could hear her heart thumping over the whoosh of the Missouri River, surging past only a few yards away.
Trying to calm herself ... read full excerpt from: Private S.W.A.T. Takeover ebook
