Daniel sat up straighter. “What? What is it?” he asked, but she ignored him, dialing a number on the office phone. She lowered her voice, but he caught the words: “Yes, I need officers here immediately… No, he doesn’t seem to know… Yes, it fits. Just get here fast.”
The receptionist’s eyes flicked toward him, her expression unreadable. Daniel’s skin prickled. Fits? Fits what? The behaviour of the vet didn’t make sense. He had only tried to help a sick puppy, so why was she calling the cops?