“I’m serious,” he growled.
“I know you are. That’s why I love you. Go to your meeting with Detective Jameson. I’ll be here when you get back.” Natalie held onto his hand and pulled him toward the cottage. “Come on. I’ll wave goodbye to you.”
Gabe whistled to Sherlock.
The big German Shepherd sprinted toward him.
“Stay with Natalie.”
Sherlock’s head tilted sideways. His front paw patted the ground and he gave an excited bark.
“It’s all right,” Natalie said with a smile. “Let him go with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. He’ll enjoy the ride in your truck.”
Gabe looked down at his dog. “It’s your lucky day. You’re coming with me.”
Sherlock barked, then grinned as if he’d just been given a big, juicy bone.
Gabe wished he could get as excited about the trip to Polson. Whoever had sent the emails must be working with Chapman. And as long as they were still in New York City, everyone would sleep easy tonight.
