Megan led Brigit into a tall building and across a hard, cool floor. Brigit’s nails clicked as she strode along beside her partner. Brigit preferred soft ground, where her claws could dig in for traction and she could sneak up on prey without her toenails making such a racket. But when they were on duty, Megan called the shots.
Her partner stopped to speak to a man sitting at a counter in the building’s foyer near the doors. She had no idea what the humans were saying. She didn’t speak human. But the next thing she knew, the man had offered a spare stool to Megan and placed it next to a potted tree by the front windows. Megan told Brigit to lie down on the floor while she took a seat on the stool, lifting her binoculars to her eyes. Megan smelled of adrenaline and her body language told Brigit that whatever they were doing, it was important. Brigit didn’t know who Megan was looking for, but she hoped it was someone she’d get to chase.