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When she walked in, Sadie expected the sickening stench of ammonia that proclaimed the outwardly tidy bungalow a clandestine meth lab. She did not expect to be confronted by a vicious Rottweiler preparing to rip her to shreds. A step backward and Sadie found herself pinned against the screen door that had snapped shut behind her.
"Easy, boy," Sadie said, although it was doubtful the dog could hear her muffled voice behind her respirator.
The dog snarled, snapped, and inched forward. Thick ropes of saliva dangled from his yellow teeth.
Sadie's knees shook as she grappled behind her back for the door latch, but the sleeve of her disposable hazmat suit snagged and caught on the splintered doorframe. Damn! She tugged hard and stumbled when her arm came free. The dog lunged.
