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The silence stretched taut between them as they walked toward the front door. Sadie watched as the Rottweiler leapt in the air in a desperate attempt to tackle Zack.
"Oh, give it up," Sadie muttered.
The Rottweiler skidded to a halt. He titled his head at Sadie in a look of comical bewilderment. The poor thing had no idea why his attempts to ward them off were futile. Sadie was at a loss about how to explain to a dead dog that he was, in fact, dead.
Zack and Sadie walked up the back steps together. Pausing while Zack got out his disposable hazmat suit, Sadie broke the discomfiting silence to chat about the estimated time involved in cleaning the meth lab.
