Brigit
Brigit glanced back over her furry shoulder as Megan drove their car away from the place with the stone walls. Brigit wasn’t sure why Megan had come out here, but she was sure of what she smelled. The breeze that blew by had carried the familiar scents of the two people she had smelled on the blanket of the baby that had been at the fire station. The dog knew from experience that when she repeatedly smelled a person at places they went to, it often meant they would end up chasing that person. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon.