74 – A POOR BOY FROM NEW YORK

Alex felt his throat tighten with heated pressure as the head guard gradually caught on to the dog’s strange movements.

The guard named Pedro walked forward, his brows drawn together in suspicion. He stopped before the head guard and gave the suitcase a closer look.

“Are you sure Killer isn’t trying to tell us something?”

The head guard shook his head.

“I don’t think so. We searched all the bags already, didn’t we? Did you find anything suspicious?”

“I didn’t, but we both know Killer doesn’t just go off like this for no reason. I’m telling you that something’s up. We need to check that bag once again.”

Alex’s heart pounded a wild rhythm as he waited for the head guard’s next course of action. The organ nearly beat out of his chest when he lifted the empty bag and shook it… hard.

Ten seconds later, he turned to Pedro;

“See? There’s nothing in here. I think Killer is just hungry or something.”

Pedro scratched his head, his face twisted in confusion.

“But he’s never acted like this bef
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