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“I don’t like to talk about that.” Charlie glanced down at her K9 companion-Anubis was his name-and said, “But since you asked, the truth is that I transferred out here because I needed a change of scenery. Back in LA, a team and I went undercover-big drug ring. My team betrayed me and I would have had it if it weren’t for one of the other guys on the beat saving my ass. Guy’s a stickler for procedure, but when someone’s in trouble, he goes cowboy.” She snickered.
“Anyway, I got shot full of enough holes to be a block of swiss cheese, spent a week terrorizing the doctors in the hospital, another week terrorizing Cowboy at home, and was then assigned this guy as part K9 partner, part therapy dog. So that’s why I’m here, and that’s why I hate the very mention of the words ‘undercover’ and drugs’.”
There is a softness that steals across her evergreen and coffee hues. She places a gentle hand on the other’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” She was going to add, I can’t imagine how that feels. However, Tubbs can imagine how it feels. Something similar has happened to her.
“For what its worth, I’m glad you survived and that it hasn’t entirely kept you from protecting the innocent public.” It was the absolute truth. “You and your partner have names?” She asks.
