Page 45 of Fury

“H-he tried to kill me!” Her bloodied hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Continued the adrenaline shake Davis knew all too well.

Davis stilled. “He? You saw the driver?”

Germaine?

Her lids squeezed closed.

Davis clenched his jaw at the sight of her so visibly shaken. He thumbed her tears away. “What’d he look like?” he tried softly.

“I didn’t g-get a close enough look.” Anguish filled her blue and green eyes. “All I remember was he kept l-lifting his arm to his face like he was talking into a watch.” She dug her fingers into her hair. Sobbed.

The sirens grew louder.

Davis looked over at Fury, heart launching in his throat at the sight of the shepherd sitting statue still, focus pinned to the back of her car. Was it explosives? Electronics? The RMWD was trained to find a lot of things.

He needed to check it out.

“Stay here, okay?” He gripped Hollyn’s shoulders till she made eye contact. Nodded.

Davis hoofed it to the wreck. Thumped his hand against the shepherd’s side a few times. Wished he had the landshark’s tug for a reward. “Good job, buddy.” He knelt. Carefully inspected what he could see of the back bumper.

Fury’s tail swished back and forth in the sandy dirt. He didn’t stand.

Waves of the Persian Gulf crashed against the shore below. From what Davis could tell, the BMW seemed secure, but it was hard to be positive. This kind of ground might give way at any time. He shot a glance over his shoulder at Hollyn. She watched him, arms wrapped around her middle. Loose hair swished in the breeze.

Attention back on the car, Davis ran his hand along the backside of the bumper. Could hear EMS coming up on scene, stopping not too far away. Emergency personnel rushed their way.

Davis frowned as he kept feeling around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so—wait. His finger touched something small. Almost missed it.

Slowly, he ducked under the car for a better look. Prayed he wasn’t about to get crushed or blown up.

“Ma’am! Are you all right?” an unknown female voice asked. “We got a call?—”

The rest of the conversation faded when Davis saw what was attached to the car.

A tracking device. He’d seen ones like this before.

“Davis!”

He jerked at Hollyn’s shrill tone. Forehead hit the underside of the car. “Freakin’ . . . ” he growled as he scooted out. Rubbed his head.

“Did you find something?” She had a small grey blanket around her shoulders now, and one of the EMTs was addressing her nose injury.

Uniformed police officers formed almost a barrier between him and Hollyn. He had their full attention.

“Found a tracking device.” He nodded to the bumper.

But instead of coming closer, they solemnly watched Fury, hands on the weapons at their sides.

It was then Davis realized his partner was growling at them.

“Easy.” He spoke calmly as he stood. “Fury, heel.” With no sudden moves, he held up his hands to the officers. “It’s okay. I’m the one who called this in. This is my retired military working dog, trained to detect explosives and EMDs. He alerted on the car.”

“It’s the truth,” Hollyn interjected. “He isn’t the one who ran me off the road.”

The officers looked reluctant to believe them but finally dropped their hands from their sidearms. “We’ll need statements from you both,” one of the officers spoke up. Took a couple steps closer.

“Fair enough,” Davis replied. But shoot his dog and they were gonna have a problem.

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