“No. It’s not-” Bitch stood abruptly, and Bastard yipped.
It’s not what? Fake?
“Rachel,” Lisa tried, but Bitch turned away.
“There’s one way we could try to find out,” I said.
Interrogating Cherish?
Bitch turned at me and glared. There was a viciousness in the look that I couldn’t blame entirely on her grudge against me or the current conversation.
Come on, Rachel, Taylor’s throwing you a bone here.
No dog pun intended, but if a doggy brain were to make her like to chew on metaphorical bones, that’s a bonus.
Just like Brian, there was a minefield there. I couldn’t hope to guess at what would press her buttons.
Yeah, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can help you much. I’m a cat person.
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