Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 53

It was pushing the wee hours when they finally landed.

Ryan grabbed the keys, and Freya rode shotgun, totally zoned out–hollow–eyed and staring off into the black nothing outside.

“Freya, snap out of it,” he urged. “I get it–losing Sherri’s gutted you. But you can’t go full zombie mode yet.”

“I know.”

By the time they pulled up to the vet clinic, Ryan’s buddy was already camped out front.

He drew Ryan off to the side. “I held off on the necropsy till you showed. But heads up–this wasn’t peaceful; she was turning a corner, scarfing down food like old times. Then bam, tonight: frothing at the mouth… lights out in under five.”

He side–eyed Freya, then leaned in to Ryan. “Your girlfriend?”

Ryan clapped him on the back. “Man, thanks for dragging yourself out here in the dead of night. Round’s on me soon.”

“Come on–buddies don’t keep score.”

As they jawed, Freya had already slipped inside, threading the well–worn corridors to Sherri’s empty kennel.

No pup in sight, but the mess told the tale: clumps of white froth everywhere, flecked with ugly red streaks.

Ryan rounded the corner and clocked her there–hunched low, knees hugged to her chest.

She usually had that sleek, willowy vibe, but curled up like this? She shrank to something tiny, breakable, straight out of a bad dream.

He eased in closer, dropping his voice. “Freya…”

“Who came by today?” She twisted toward the tech hovering behind him.

The guy shifted. “Her dad’s been in.”

She thought, ‘Liam?‘

“Time?”

“Around nine–ish, after dark. He popped in to say hi, tossed her some of those beef sticks she goes nuts for. Tail was thumping overtime. He dipped out soon after… and that’s when the seizures kicked in.”

Freya’s tone went arctic, “Poison. Right? That’s what took her.”

“Full tox screen’s the only way to lock it down, but yeah… matches the profile for a bad retion, spot–on.”

“Where’s she at now?”

“Back room–follow me.”

Tucked away in the dim recovery area, on a padded mat, there she was—

Her little frame rigid in death, IV still needled into a paw, those big eyes locked open in raw, frozen torment.

12:41 pm PPP

Chapter 53

Freya’s hand shot out on autopilot, but Ryan snagged her gently.

“Hold up–if you’re gunning to smoke out the bastard behind this, hands off. I called in a pro tox guy: he’s doing the deep dive any second.”

Freya bit down hard, reining it in, arms locked at her sides.

The specialist rolled up quick, and the readout dropped even faster.

“Carbofuran,” he said flat–out. “Furadan, technically–industrial–grade bug killer, packs a vicious punch. Locked down tight these days; good luck scoring it off the shelf. A clinic dog, though? How the hell?”

Freya huffed a cold, empty laugh. “Easy–if it came from someone on the inside.”

Sherri had been their shadow from day one–a scrappy one–month–old fluffball shadowing her and Liam right up to her sunset at 15.

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