The next day, Elliot took Sherlock for a walk by the Brooklyn Bridge. The dog could barely contain her excitement as they strode along the bank. She wagged her tail impatiently as her owner removed her leash and then shot after a group of birds perched several yards away. As Elliot followed the dog under the bridge she noticed two men standing and talking. She would have kept walking if she hadn’t heard the words “the Agency.” Pausing, she checked to see if they had noticed her. They hadn’t, so she tilted her head and listened.
“I don’t know. I think the man’s got information that the Boss really wants.”
“What?” The other man snorted. “Did the Agency finally get a man in, or something?” The very idea sounded incredulous to him.
“I don’t know, but the Boss himself is meeting this man at the McDonald’s on Sixth Street tomorrow, and we’re supposed to guard all the entrances.”
“Why? How’s the Agency gonna know we’re talking to somebody with information?”
The other man shrugged. “No clue, but you know how the Boss is.”
Elliot didn’t bother to hear the rest. She strode quickly out of their line of sight and whistled for Sherlock. Sensing the urgency, the dog left off chasing seagulls and allowed her owner to click the leash to her collar.
Elliot could think of only one thing. Call it woman’s intuition, or a spy’s instinct, but somehow she knew Jerin was in trouble.
Once home, she unhooked Sherlock’s leash and began pacing the floor. What could she do? She wasn’t a field agent. She couldn’t contact anyone because the office was closed. Only field agents could contact the people in charge on weekends. She knew what she had to do, but she was a little scared to do it.
Sherlock came and sat at her feet and looked up at her. Seeing her owner in distress was worrying the dog. Tilting her head in question, she whined quietly in her throat. Elliot sat down and ruffled the dog’s ears.
“Jerin’s in danger, Sherlock.” The dog whined again and gently thumped her tail on the floor. “I know. I can stop it, but I don’t know how. I’m scared,” she confessed. Sherlock nudged her owner’s knee encouragingly. Her eyes seemed to say Elliot should do what she had to. “Alright,” her human said with a sigh. “But I’m going to need some help. “
Sherlock wagged her tail as Elliot poked speed dial on her cell phone. When the person answered she said, “Ben, it’s Elliot. I think Jerin’s in trouble, and I need your help.”
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