“Bringing a police dog,” he said gently, but there was an edge now. “To a packed church. Loud music. A bunch of people moving around. That’s… a lot, even for him,” he said scratching the back of his head. “He’s trained,” Emma said at once. “You’ve seen him work.”
“I know,” Vincent replied. “That’s kind of my point.” He gestured around them. “This isn’t a raid. It’s a wedding. Cameras, kids, people who don’t know how to behave around dogs like him. If he reacts, it won’t be fair to him or anyone else.”