“I hear there’s a fugitive harboring a suspect in here,” Officer Harrow said, but he was smiling. “May we come in?”
I led them to Leo’s room. The closet door was still shut tight.
Officer Harrow didn’t bark orders. He didn’t stand over the door. He sat down on the carpet. He signaled his dog to lie down next to him.
“Leo?” he called out softly. “My name is Officer Harrow. And this is Officer Radar. We heard Barnaby might be in trouble.”
Silence from the closet.
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