The Indigo Thief

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Councilman Plumb was already seven minutes late to the meeting when a whimpering Gracie rubbed her muzzle against his checkered tweed jacket, as if she could smell the acrid scent of death that would soon coat its fabric.

Plumb patted Gracie a final time, chalked her whimpers up to nerves, and shut the door to his room behind him. He jabbed the elevator call button three times and waited for its steel doors to open wide like jaws and carry him to the sixth-floor conference room.

As he studied his reflection in the mirrored elevator doors, he imagined the look that would appear on his son’s face when the eleven-year-old saw Gracie’s soft chocolate coat for the first time. Shawn had been asking for a dog for years now, but his mom’s allergies had always made that impossible. It had been eight months since Abigail passed, however, and Plumb decided a dog would do the boy well.

He’d intended to surprise Shawn with the eight-week-old Lab last night, but the chancellor had scheduled an emergency meeting for this morning—something to do with the Lost Boys—and he’d been forced to stay an extra day away from home. The surprise would have to wait until tonight, when he returned home to Moku Lani.

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