He screamed Judas, Judas, Judas from the doorway, a punched out and burned out security guard from the tire warehouse thinking Scott Lachsley was mentally ill.
The security guard began to tell him it would be alright, whatever troubled the man, when the dog attached to the leash Scott had earlier dropped sprinted across Mason Drive.
The dog shook off wet as Scott bent to hug him.
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