A paralegal searches for her missing dog, but is she the one being hunted? Delighted to have my story over at Mystery Tribune.
WE BITE We walk the streets at night. Me and the dangerous dog. Staring them down, daring them down, in the crosshairs of a feral gaze. To whistles, catcalls (and just plain cats), we bare wet teeth. They think it’s fear. But really, it’s love.