Chapter 6 Surveillance And Scones
- "Why do you suddenly sound nervous?" I asked, gripping the phone tightly.
- "Is Barnaby inside the apartment?" Elias repeated. His voice lost its cool edge, sharp and tight through the speaker.
- I turned around. Barnaby sat on the couch cushion, licking a stray drop of salmon off his whiskers. He stopped, yawned, and tucked his paws under his chest.