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“I . . . ” Half shaking his head, Davis fought the urge to argue. “If he won’t work, I’ll step in”—what’re you doing?—“totrainsomeone to work with him. I’m confident it can be done.”

It was dangerous blowing smoke around someone like the ABA procurement officer, but Davis knew for sure he wasn’t taking the handler position. Those days were over. The rest he’d figure out.

“We’ll see.”

Why did that sound a lot like an ambush? “So we have a deal?”

Fury lay down, happily chewing on his KONG, his teeth squeaking against the hard rubber toy.

Crew nodded. “We have an arrangement, and I expect you to uphold your end. I’m heading out on a buy trip, so I won’t be able to take him for a couple weeks. He’s your responsibility till then.”

Great. What was he supposed to do with him? Davis’s cell buzzed again. He yanked it out.

Same caller.

“I’ll let you handle that. Try and work on the attitude.”

“He’ll do better.”

Crew walked away. “Wasn’t talking about the dog.”

Davis accepted the call, shaking his head. “Okay, who is this, and why do you keep bothering me?”

“Mr. Ledger?”

“Speaking.”

“This is Randall Cooper. I’ve been trying to reach you. I’m the attorney for Mr. and Mrs. Reinhardt.”

Yanked hard into the past, he struggled to understand why their lawyer would be calling him. He frowned. “Okay. Why do you keep calling? Is something wrong?”Please . . .Hadn’t he had enough bad news for one month?

“I’m sorry to inform you, but there was an accident a couple days ago.”

His mind instantly went one place. “Is Hollyn okay?”

“We’re still trying to reach her.”

What didthatmean?

“But I’m sorry to have to tell you that Mr. and Mrs. Reinhardt passed away.”

What? His gut churned. No. The guy had to be mistaken. “They . . . ” He couldn’t repeat the words. Ran a hand through his short hair. A hot breeze whipped around him. “Are you sure?”

“Uh . . . quite. I’m calling because you’re named in the will. As soon as we’re able to locate Hollyn, I can let you know when the funeral is. If at all possible, I need you here for the reading. Otherwise, arrangements will have to be made.”

Davis’s mind was reeling. The Reinhardts—the closest thing to parents that he’d had—gone. Dead.

“ . . . be here?”

He fought the fog clogging his thoughts. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said, can you be here? For the funeral.”

“Yes.” Of course he would. His focus dropped to Fury, and he bit back a curse. He’d have to figure that out too, since the landshark was his for the time being.

“It’s here in Abu Dhabi.” Cooper rattled off an address that Davis filed away before ending the call. Immediately, he tapped Hollyn’s number in his contacts. Straight to voicemail. He hung up.

Fury stared at him. Tilted his head to the side.

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