I slipped back into the alley and whispered into my cell, “It’s on. Pup’s approaching the car.”
Seconds ticked by. I watched Pup slide into his shiny black Mazda. Bass thumped inside. If the cops didn’t pounce soon, they’d lose him. That better not happen. I’d spent weeks tracking his movements in preparation for this. His car was definitely full of Diamond Dust and who knows what else.
Sirens wailed, and three cop cars streaked in from all sides. Pup...