Meg drops her stick, curls back her lips to display teeth, bristling and growling.

Klempner frowns…

“Shhh… It’s alright.” I scratch her ears, calm her down. “As I said, she's a shelter dog,” I explain. “A rescue. And they know, more than almost anyone else, that there are monsters in the world...”

His eyes dart between me and Meg…

Dare I say it?

“… And some of those monsters walk around looking just like real people.”

I stoop, pick up Meg’s stick and throw it overarm as far as I can. She races after it, scattering snow behind her, the rest of the dogs in her wake.

Klempner relaxes, drooping his eyelids, head shaking so slightly.

Apology?

“Self-knowledge can be unsettling, can it not?” he comments. But his voice is mild. “So… given that you claim to have the answer to the perfect relationship, returning to the start of our conversation, why are you out here? Agonising over the right thing to do with your Ryan?”

I don’t have an answer. I settle for prevarication. “Why are you out here?”

“If you insist, I’m trying to decide how to go forward with Mitch.”

That was settled…

… Wasn’t it?

“You don't know? I thought you and she were…”

“No, I don’t know. You’re right. Mitch was a hooker. But what I wanted from her was never for sale. Not until the day Jenny was in danger. Then she offered herself to me.”

“And...?”

“And... I didn't accept. I didn't want her on that basis.”

Enthralled by the revelations coming from this dangerous, fascinating man, “What did you want?”

“I wanted her to want me. That's all I ever wanted.”

Meg returns, carrying her stick, to drop it at Klempner’s feet. He ignores her and she yaps, lashing her tail.

“So, what’s your problem now?” I ask. “The pair of you looked pretty chummy to me when we were inside.”

He grimaces. “I… never expected to get this far. I’m not sure what comes next.” He grins, quite disarmingly, then, “Why are you talking to me like this, Kirstie?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

prepared to trust me with… personal stuff… And to think

“Yes.”

“Why?”

my barrel-bodied little girl, then around at the other dogs, cavorting in the snow. “Anyway, I could ask you the same question. Why

thinks well of you. That suggested to me that you're worth getting to know. And considering what Haswell is trying hard to put your way, James isn’t the only one to hold you in

*****

apparently exhausted, the dogs collapse in a

lies eyes closed, upside down, all four legs in the air; doing his

“Is that

out.” Mac’s tail twitches and his lips pull back in

he stay in that

him food or another…” I mouth the

slow. “Is everything alright, Kirstie? You were outside a long time talking with…” He jerks his head towards Klempner, returned to his seat at the back of the

fine. We were

stepladder, places a final branch of

from her paper-folding. “What’s

out. I was sure we’d

gloves, Archie pricking up his ears as I do so. “I’ll go get some more. The dogs would enjoy another walk.” As

blinks, then sucks in a smile. “Thanks, Kirstie. I’ve

stirs. “Mind if

If you’d like to. You

scarf around my neck, Archie starts yapping and Scruffy, Meg and Emma appear from nowhere.

“No, I think

to the door, blocking my way to the hall. “Let me past,

*****

about that branch there?” I point up at a bough, glossy green

down. I lay it on the stack in my basket, then aim upwards again.

snuffle and scratch, getting under my feet and making a nuisance of themselves. Until, with a sharp yap, Archie announces, Squirrel! And the troop of five bolt off, howling and yelping to

chitters down, spitting insults, then leaps to the next tree and away. The dogs give chase, their howls fading into the distance as they

the performance. “Is

branch there would be a good one. It’s covered with

out with the

“Something wrong?”

doesn’t reply, but his eyes

expression is savage, and something

Baxter…

shoves the secateurs into a pocket. “Get back.” Reaching out, he grabs me by the wrist and

his words, from behind me, there's a Crack! Then a muffled rustling

shedding their load of snow. Reaching into his jacket, he takes out a gun, aiming for the

that here?”

on the loose,” he mutters. Then, gun levelled, he stalks to within a few feet of the bush. “Out! Right now.

another

It’s too low…

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