Just One Look
KEEPING A CLOSE REIN on his dog's leash, Warren Vitalis rounded the corner of Bank Street and Greenwich Avenue with the same wary alertness of any cop who'd been on the job for at least a decade. Around every bend lurked the possibility of danger, even for an off-duty de-tective out taking his mutt for a run.
"Hi, Warren." Two middle-aged men strolling down Bank Street arm in arm greeted Warren instead of any danger.
"You guys are done early," Warren shouted back as he sped past the partners who shared ownership of a res-taurant and an antique store on the route Warren and Buster ran every night. "Is business slow?"
"Bite your tongue, Detective," the slighter man—Scott—called back. "We just hired help to close up at night so we can turn in early. We're not the party boys we used to be."
Warren flashed a thumbs-up before gaining speed through a construction zone where the street was covered by a temporary wooden tunnel. Notorious places for crime, the passageways provided plenty of nooks for thieves to hide, but Buster didn't look worried. The Akida-German shepherd mix charged into the darkness with typical speed. Warren might not be on duty tonig ... read full excerpt from: Just One Look ebook
