1Taking Care Of BusinessThe dog yapped up a storm trying to gain the attention of passing strangers. Soren Huxford looked again through the sights of the rifle. It was a handbag dog. A tiny white fur ball with a pink tongue and scrappy hair tied up over its paper-thin skull with a purple bow. Trapped in the car, it raced between the seats and desperately licked at the little fresh air that floated through the sliver of an open window. With the temperature off the charts, it wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
Soren growled lightly in the back of his throat and caressed the trigger of his gun: he would be doing it a favor.
A sudden movement pulled his attention back to the car parked in front of the overheated mutt.
Although under cover, the sun was just at the right angle to bounc
