Chapter 59

Matt and Goldman walked into Matt’s office. Matt closed the door. Rufus had followed them in there and jumped on the couch Matt slept on when he had to spend the night at the station. The dog adjusted his feet and lay down on the couch. He looked over at them.

They looked at Rufus.

Matt blew out. “I don’t know what Patty feeds his big ass, but she needs to stop it. Carter looked up how to weigh a dog on a human scale. We put him on the scale in the locker room and we calculated that he weighed 177 pounds,” Matt said and walked over to his desk.

“He’s an English Mastiff, sir,” Goldman said. “They can weigh up to two-fifty.”

“Jesus Christ,” Matt said with astonishment and sat down. “How do you know that?”

“Had a girl once that owned one,” Goldman said.

“Shit. What she feed him?”

“Everything,” Goldman said and shook his head. “Then, she wondered why he had digestive problems.”

Matt scoffed at his reply. “Have a seat, Goldman.”

As Goldman eased down in the chair, Matt thought, you fucking