Sharp looked back, noticing the dogs' faces in the windows. He shook his head at them. There was no reason Jacob needed to hurt his shoulder to save him. And as for Saphira, well ... Was he really that important to her? He sighed and turned back to Aireé, before she got suspicious.
Aireé pulled out her cell phone, which had begun vibrating. She put it to her ear, and Sharp tried to listen to what she said.
"Yes, I have the dog. He is a pure-bred German Pointer. Shorthair. He's almost a year and a half." She paused to listen, and then said, "No. How much are you willing to give me for him?"
Sharp stopped in his tracks, which got him a nasty yank on his collar, but he didn't care. What did she mean, How much are you willing to give me for him? He looked back at Jacob and Saphira in the window and howled.