Sheep/Wolf

‘That’s trafficking, right, Officer Murphy?’ I didn’t look at the man. The very sight of him repulsed me. Officer Murphy nodded solemnly. ‘Traffic my ass!’ the man snarled. ‘It’s a deal, fair and square!’ He spun around, pointing a meaty finger at me. ‘I bought her. Paid for the bitch! She’s mine!’ Kieran pinned him in place with an icy glare when the man took one step towards me. Motivated by either stupidity or some misguided sense of pride, the man growled, bared his teeth, charged, and was knocked flat on his ass when Kieran shot out a strong arm that hit the man’s stomach like a battering ram. I swore I heard his intestines slosh. Officer Murphy shuffled his feet and examined the shine of his leather shoes. I let Erin lean on me and helped her towards the front door. ‘Wait a goddamn minute!’ Dermot Smith protested but was held back by the police officer. Two minutes later, Kieran and Officer Murphy joined me on the footpath. ‘Done?’ I tossed a look back at the house. Dermot didn’t