Hang up!” Victoria said.
The line cut out as Keith Summerland turned to look down at the houseboat. He made no move to check out the shots. It was almost as if he expected them.
Then Victoria saw Roger-the-Dodger running awkwardly up the gangplank. He seemed to be limping. He moved past Keith Summerland, who turned to watch as the little terrier teetered across the pavement toward the Winnebago, barely staying upright. He got halfway there and fell over on his side. Then he pulled himself up and kept going, now almost dragging his hind end. Victoria could hear him whimpering as he got nearer. Then the heavyweight who had turned momentarily to watch the wounded dog refocused his attention on the houseboat. He started to walk down the ramp, then stopped. He was still in view of her with his back to the motor home. Roger-the-Dodger was moving very slowly now, and it didn’t look like he would make it, so Victoria decided to risk going to him. With Keith’s back still to her, she opened the door, ran outside, and scooped the terrier up. When she picked him up, his whole back end was wet and covered with blood. She ran back into the motor home, closed the door, and locked it. She laid Roger on the floor. He looked up at her with an expression she could describe only as gratitude.
“Rogie,” she said, scrambling up to get a wet towel from the bathroom, “what happened, honey?” She returned and carefully washed his hind quarters, then examined the wound. She could see that there was a large, deep crease cut into his right flank. As she leaned down to clean it, he stopped whimpering, then unexpectedly licked her face.
They came out of the houseboat and moved along the rickety dock. Jimmy Freeze had his hand on Beano, Wade Summerland was holding Duffy, and Tommy Rina was bringing up the rear. He had found some first-aid supplies aboard and had bandaged up his neck. He was moving with a long stride to keep up with the two larger men. They approached the limousine and waited for Tommy, then got in.
When Beano saw Dakota, his stomach dropped. She had been brutally beaten; she sat in the back seat, her head back, her eyes barely open. He got in with Duffy; the last in was Tommy. Jimmy and Wade sat in the front with Keith.
“Little mutt came runnin’ up here,” Keith said, “piece of his ass missing.”
“Good, maybe he’ll bleed to death. Get rollin’,” Tommy barked. Keith put the car in motion and they drove out of the parking lot.
“Are you okay?” Beano asked Dakota.
She nodded, but didn’t say anything. She seemed completely drained of energy.
Tommy handed a slip of paper to Jimmy Freeze. “Jimmy, go to this address. It’s a service company called … what?”
“West Coast Platform Drilling,” Beano said, and he looked out the window for Roger. He knew if the little terrier hadn’t attacked Tommy, he would be dead. He saw blood on the pavement where Roger had fallen and prayed Roger-the-Dodger was alive. Then Beano looked back at Dakota and took stock of where they were. He knew it was up to him to keep them alive. He had to stay focused.
The plan had worked. Tommy seemed hooked, but in a good scam, the sharpers weren’t supposed to get hurt. He looked again at Dakota. He didn’t like the color of her complexion.
In the motor home, Victoria had tried to perform first aid on Roger. She found an Ace bandage in the bathroom. She put a clean washcloth on the wound and then tried to wrap the bandage as tight as she could to stem the bleeding. Then she carried Roger over to the sofa and carefully laid him there. “I’ll take you to the vet as soon as I can,” she told him, but she knew she also had to stay close to Duffy and Beano. She didn’t know if the other shot had hit one of them. She couldn’t lose Dakota. Victoria had been distressed by the sound of her voice.
Then she had seen Tommy and the two huge bodyguards leading Duffy and Beano up the ramp. She grabbed the camera and focused on them as they walked up under the overhead light in the marina parking lot. She got three good shots of Beano and Duffy with Tommy by the car before they got in. In one shot Beano turned toward the lens, smiled, and put