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“Your dog’s eating your shoe,” I stared down at Mocha.

Downy cursed and pulled his foot away, but Mocha had still wrought some damage while no one had been paying attention.

“You’re such a bitch,” Downy growled, picking his foot up so he could examine the damage. “Anyone got some duct tape?”

A roll was produced from someone’s bag, and Downy used it to wrap his foot while Nico, then I, got out of the back.

Nico had a smile on his face when he turned to survey the house, one that quickly disappeared when he got his first look at the residence.

“This is going to be bad,” he muttered under his breath.

I couldn’t help but agree with him.

The entire damn yard was a junkyard. The place was littered with many, many cars.

And boats.

And deer stands.

And RVs.

You name it, it was there, broken down in the man’s front yard.

“This is impressive,” Luke muttered as he took his first look.

“They should be on an episode of Hoarders,” Downy mumbled. “So tired of watching that show with my wife.”

I snorted.

“Your sister makes me watch Downton Abbey and old Saved By The Bell episodes,” I informed him. “I clearly have it worse off than you.”

Downy flipped me off and moved to the front of the truck, Mocha, for once, right on his heels.

That was something that happened when Mocha realized that it was time to work.

But when it wasn’t time…let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.

I would think she was a terrible dog if she didn’t do so well while she was on duty.

But the moment she was off, she was tearing stuff up or eating something that didn’t belong to her.

Just last week Mocha had eaten the birthday cake that Downy had picked up for his wife, and everyone in a three block radius had heard Downy’s bellow of outrage.

Of course, it’d helped that we were outside at the time.

“Okay,” Tai broke into my thoughts. “I think we should talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” I asked him.

“About the fact that you haven’t shared that you were with someone,” Tai continued. “Mia would love to meet her. Bring her to the fire station on Sunday.”

I thought about that for a moment, and then shrugged.

“I’ll ask her,” I mumbled.

It wasn’t likely that she’d want to go to a fundraiser at the fire station on her day off from house arrest, but I’d offer it to her anyway.

“Alright, boys,” Luke cut in, his voice saying that it was time for business to commence. “I have the plans. Let’s do this.”