From the window of the examination room, Daniel could see the stocky officer giving Daniel a long, assessing look. Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, he rested his hand on his firearm. Daniel’s breath hitched. The second officer—taller, younger—subtly shifted his weight, his hand hovering near his cuffs.
Daniel felt a sharp pang of dread. This wasn’t just about the puppy anymore. He could see it in their body language. The way they glanced at him. The way the younger officer nodded after Dr. Monroe whispered something to him. Daniel strained himself to catch their conversation.