Doyle’s mouth fell open.”How do you know his name? It’s not on the harness. It’s not on any record.
Loosen the chain, Iris said. Her voice was not the voice the staff knew. It was flat and level and certain.
One link at a time, petty officer. Mom, if I loosen it, he will. He won’t.
Doyle looked at Alcott. Alcott gave the smallest nod. The chain slipped a few inches, and Atlas shifted his weight, ears flat, eyes locked on her hands.
Albbright finally exploded. Callahan, step back. You are not authorized to approach a hostile animal.
Security, take her out of that zone. Two guards moved. Alcott raised one palm.
Doctor, if you want your patient alive, you will let her finish. Alive? Albbright spat.
His heart rate is 72. Then why is the dog begging for help? Alcott said.
Silence. Iris knelt on the wet tile 3 ft from the dog. Her knees trembled.
