of angry tragedy that seemed almost palpable, while the dressing room itselfâusually such an innocuous spotâfelt heavy with inescapable oppression.
âStop it,â she whispered to herself. âHe may still be alive.â
A bag over either shoulder, she made her swift way to the vestibule again, in time to hear Robert passionately protesting, âBut I canât leave her. Hank and Hal hate her. Theyâll send her to the pound, and sheâll die there! Sheâll be safe with me. I swear it!â
Teen and cop were facing off, Wing looking weary and Robert clutching Roma protectively to his chest, his expression stubborn. The small hound did her part by giving Robertâs chin a quick lick with her long pink tongue.
The cop sighed. âOfficially, I should have animal control pick her up and hold her until a family member claims her. But if the dog vanishes before I can do thatââhe paused and deliberately turned his back on RobertââI guess it is what it is.â
The teen needed no further encouragement to dash for the door, Roma barking excitedly all the way. Wing, meanwhile, was succumbing to what sounded like a suspiciously fake bout of coughing. When he turned around again, Robert and Roma both were long gone.
âCoulda sworn there was a dog here,â he said with a shake of his head. âGuess not.â
âGuess not,â Darla echoed, managing a smile. âBut if Robert happens to find her, I can guarantee heâll keep her safe until we know what happens with her owner.â
While the officer locked the dojo with the keys that Master Tomlinson had left on his desk, Darla blinked against the midday sun, barely noticing the chill in the air. A glance at her watch showed that it was just after twelve, though the nightmare in the dojo had seemingly gone on for hours. She didnât know if the sensei had survived his trip to the ER . . . didnât want to know yet, until sheâd thought of a way to break the news to Robert should the worst happen.
âMs. Pettistone, can I give you a ride?â Officer Wing asked as he headed toward his squad car.
Darla followed his glance to the gear bags at her feet and then shook her head. âTheyâre light, and I need the walk to clear my head. But thanks.â
âSuit yourself,â he said with a professional nod. âAnd Iâll ring you as soon as I hear anything about Mr. Tomlinsonâs condition.â
Darla watched him pull out into traffic; then, shifting the bags onto her shoulders again, she started down the sidewalk in the direction of the bookstore. Little more than an hour ago, her biggest worry had been succumbing to stage fright and forgetting the moves to her katas. But now . . .
She swiped away a sudden tear and concentrated her thoughts on Robert, instead. Hopefully the teen was almost back to the store now, Roma in tow. What Mary Ann would say about her young tenant bringing home a dog, Darla wasnât certain, but surely the kind old woman would make a temporary exception to the âno petsâ rule, given the circumstances. And if not, then Hamlet would find himself with a canine roommate . . . at least until they learned Master Tomlinsonâs fate.
SIX
âJEEZE, KID, THATâS AWFUL,â JAKE REPLIED ONCE DARLA finished giving her an account of how she and Robert had found Master Tomlinson in the dojo dressing room that morning. The PI leaned against the register counterâDarla had gone ahead and opened the store as usualâand absently rearranged the stack of giveaway papers. âSo, have you told him yet?â
Darla shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.
By the time sheâd made it back to the store, Robert was already hunkered down in his apartment, with Roma settled on a stack of pillows on his sofa. His door was double-locked against anyoneâthat was, any Hal or Hankâwho might be
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