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Jeremy spotted Miranda first as they came off the Eglin chow line with their trays. She was almost invisible at a corner table. He might not have noticed her at all except for the three military police standing along the wall behind her.
And they had a war dog.
He rushed over, but stopped abruptly when the dog snarled at him.
“Not friendly?” He set his tray beside Miranda’s but turned to face the handler.
“Surprised him a little is all. As long as you don’t piss me off, you’re safe.”
“Good to know,” Jeremy slipped a piece of bacon out of his bacon cheeseburger as an apology.
At the handler’s nod, he held it out for the big German Shepard.
“Viktor,” the handler said.
“Viktor. Good doggie,” he offered the bacon.
The dog looked to the handler for permission. At the man’s nod, Vik
