He didn't switch it off. He didn't switch it on, either. It had been running the whole time, he realized, since the park, since before Britt had ever reached for the dog. He hadn't thought to check. Now, he wasn't sure whether that oversight was going to save him or bury him.
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The desk clerk who cross-referenced Bishop's tag number was not thinking about Ava Renwick when she did it. She was thinking about lunch and about closing out an intake file before her shift ended and about the fact that the K-9 registry search took longer than it should have because the number kept returning a result the software wasn't built to expect. Retired, narcotics division, commendation on file, medical retirement, not disciplinary. She read it twice. Then she picked up the phone and called her sergeant instead of finishing her sandwich.
"You're going to want to see this. " she said. Down the hall, Ava sat across from a different officer now, older, quieter, with the tired patience of someone who had filled out 10,000 forms and had learned to notice when one didn't add up. He asked her to walk through the stop again, start to finish, and she did, without embellishment, the same account in the same order it had happened. "You're being very precise, " he said.
"I'm used to precision metering. " He didn't ask what she meant by that. He looked instead at the tag number on the intake sheet, then at his screen, then back at her with the particular stillness of a man recalculating a decision he'd already halfway made. "Bishop's status as a retired K-9 changes the euthanasia review process, " he said. "He can't be summarily assessed.
There's a formal hold procedure. Has to go through a board, minimum 48 hours. And Officer Britt's report doesn't reflect that this is a decorated animal, not a stray. "It doesn't reflect a lot of things, " Ava said. "No, " he agreed slowly.
"It doesn't. " In the holding area, Ava heard Bishop before she saw him. A low, unhappy sound from somewhere down the corridor. Not quite a whine, the sound of an animal that didn't understand why the world had rearranged itself so suddenly. She asked the guard outside her door, plainly, without performance, "Has anyone checked on my dog?