Sleep

Colt POV

My handler finds a hotel two towns away. He had told me he wanted to make sure he hadn’t left a trail pointing toward us. The thing is, they ride in a caravan of black SUVs- that alone shouts suspicious. Like, who do these guys think they are? They have high-security clearance but not brains.

I pretend to be a good boy and leave my window down so I can “smell” and look for Maddie but even if I did smell her, I wouldn’t say anything.

“1005,” When we get there, I will prepare your kennel and you will sleep. I nod and we pull into a shitty town with dim lights. My handler looks at his phone GPS and turns left to the hotel. When we pull in front of the building my handler scoffs and grabs his hand radio, “Make sure you bring in sheets and the issued blankets. The big boss will be mad if we bring home bed bugs again. This place gives me Norman Bare vibes.”

The radio squeaks and there’s a reply, “Yes, I bet the grim reaper visits this place regularly.” They both laugh and I watch