Unleashed: Case of the Hot Dog

By Erik Schubach

Finnegan May has had an eventful time in Manhattan since she first moved to New York City. Her unique profession and quirky, bubbly personality endear her to everyone who meets her.

She again finds herself in another misadventure when she rescues a long haired Dachshund from a hot car on the streets of the city. How was she to know that her propensity for doing the right thing was going to throw her into peril.

It is up to Fin's roommate and love interest, Detective Jane McLeary to save Finnegan from herself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erik Schubach
• Release date: Jan 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9780999374047

Erik Schubach

I got my start writing romance novels by accident. I have always been drawn to strong female characters in books, like Honor Harrington. And I also believe that there is a lack of LGBT characters in media. So one day I came up with a story idea that combines the two... two days later I completed the manuscript for Music of the Soul.My writing style may not be the most professional nor grammatically correct, but I never profess to be an English major, just a person that wants to share a story. I maintain that my primary language is sarcasm.Each of my books features strong likeable female characters that are flawed. I think that flaws and emotional or physical scars make us human and give us more character than simply conforming to some "social norm".I have also started a SciFi series, The Valkyrie Chronicles which features a Valkyrie, Kara, who was left behind on Earth five thousand years ago to help the Asgard race escape the onslaught of the Ragnarok horde. With the aid of a human, Kate, she holds the line in battle to herald the return of the Asgard!If you like magic, paranormal romance and witches, then my new series Fracture might tickle your fancy. In the first book Fracture: Divergence, Alex King must stop magic from destroying reality. The problem is that Alex must solve the case in parallel universes where in one Alex is male and female in the other.There is even a modern shapeshifter paranormal series, Drakon. Featuring a fiery Irish woman with a sharp wit and sharper temper who finds out she is a dragon of legend.

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Copyright © 2018 by Erik Schubach

Published by Erik Schubach on Smashwords

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Nine Mile Falls, WA 99026

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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FIRST EDITION

ISBN 978-0-9993740-4-7

Chapter 1 – Summer Days

Damn, what a scorcher of a day! I walked slowly with my partner along Madison Avenue here in Manhattan. Even when the heat is an oppressive 104 degrees, I really love this town. I paused at a mirrored window on a building as we weaved our way through the heavy foot traffic on our way home for the day.

My loose natural curls had lost much of their body, and I was sweating, having been walking through the city and Central Park most of the day. I straightened the red bow in my hair which matched the red sundress with little white hearts that Jane had given me for my birthday last week. I usually prefer solid colors to patterns, but... well, Jane had given it to me.

That woman had me so flustered since the day I finally admitted to myself that I was attracted to her. But as infuriating as she can be, she stepped it up a notch when I felt I was ready to explore that part of my sexuality I had never realized I had. Because now she is the one who stepped back and is making me wait. She says she doesn't want to be an experiment, she wants me to be sure before we take the next step. Jerk cop.

So, of course, that leaves me not knowing where we stand in our 'sort of' relationship. I mean, I have that nebulous excitement I have in a new relationship, just without any physicality, which – let me tell you – is endlessly frustrating.

She never corrects anyone when they say we're a cute couple. I just – gah!!!

I crouched and adjusted the little work vest and carry pouches my partner in crime wore. Sir Calvin Fluffytoes, my black and white border collie, looked as beat as me. He was now a service dog in training, which meant that technically he could go anywhere with me now, in stores and restaurants, and even the city buses. He's almost halfway done with his six month, hundred and twenty-hour distraction interaction training now.

As I checked the footies I had him wear, so he didn't burn the pads of his feet on the scorching pavement on our walks, I pointed out, You look like I feel, boy.

He gave me a wet slurp on my cheek, and I smiled at him. Let's keep you hydrated. I reached into my bag and pulled out a collapsible bowl and popped it into shape, then poured some water from the half gallon jug in the oversized bag.

As he lapped up the water greedily, I took a shallow breath. I normally savored the perfume of the city but in hundred degree plus temps? All I got was the smell of exhaust, hot asphalt and any garbage baking in the dumpsters in the alleys of the surrounding area. The peak of summer is about the only time I don't savor the city, though Central Park is still a joy, no matter the temperature.

Once Calvin was done with his water, I collapsed the bowl, ruffled his ears then we started back toward the Park to head home. I hesitated as we moved closer to the curb to avoid a group of pedestrians who weren't paying attention and taking up much of the walk with no regard for the others who were making their way about. Tourists.

I looked into a gold sedan and saw something I wanted. I looked around at the people passing by and reached into my bag. I dug to the bottom and pulled out a little metal cylinder with a pushbutton on the top.

I told Cal, Just a sec boy, this is important. I twisted the cylinder's top until it clicked then held the base against the back window of the car and pressed the button. The spring loaded, weighted, needle-sharp tip of the titanium rod struck the window and the safety glass spiderwebbed and shattered.

Most of the people just kept walking by with their New York blinders on, they didn't want to know, and they saw nuttin'. Very few people slowed and gawked, a couple pulled out their cells and started recording me. I rolled my eyes and reached through the window and grabbed my prize.

What? No, I'm not a thief. Let me introduce myself, the name's Finnegan Temperance May, dog walker extraordinaire, at your service. If you have a dog in need of walking in Manhattan, you can book me on my website at FinneganWalks.com.

I cradled the long-haired dachshund, who was panting hard and barely responsive, a little white foam at the corners of his mouth. Damn it. If I hadn't seen the poor guy, he would have been dead in a few more minutes. That car was a literal oven. Why can't dog owners take responsibility and not put their animals in life-threatening situations? It isn't like it is some nebulous secret that heat plus closed cars equal death for animals and even children.

I laid the dog on my bag on the sidewalk after pulling out the water jug, Calvin nudged his side with his nose. I started with a couple capfuls of water. The poor little guy perked up a bit and drank greedily. He had to go slow, or he'd just barf it back up.

Let's see who you are, I mused as I checked for a collar, but he had neither collar nor tags under his long chestnut fur. Ok, Oscar it is then until we find out your real name.

Calvin didn't look amused at my joke, I muttered to him, What? It's funny. He's a wiener dog.

He cocked his head the other way, tongue lolling, unimpressed. Everyone's a critic.

After the dachshund sat up a bit, more alert, I poured a little water into the collapsible bowl for him.

He started lapping at it as I called the police. I almost growled at the situation. The animal cruelty statutes were pretty strict in the city. This little guy's owners were going to be in for a world of hurt.

That's me, Finnegan May, angel of canine vengeance and big civil fines and penalties.

I should put that on my business cards.

After reporting a dog in a hot car, I waited, gradually giving the dog more and more water. Believe it or not, the NYPD responds quickly to reports of children or animals in hot vehicles, since every moment could make the difference between life and death.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, a squad car pulled up and double parked when I waved at them. Manhattan's finest were on the job.

I spoke to one officer while her partner checked out the car.

I just didn't expect to be in cuffs in the back of the cruiser a couple minutes later, having my rights read to me. The injustice of it all!

Chapter 2 – 19th Precinct

At least they hadn't called Animal Control and allowed Calvin to ride with me since he had his service dog vest on. They placed the Doxy in the back seat after I wouldn't shut up about it needing to come with me. The female cop may or may not have said something about incessant whining and to,

Just do it to get her to shut the hell up.

I grinned in triumph when the man put the dog in with me. Well as triumphant as sitting in the back of a police car with your hands cuffed behind your back can be. I mean sheesh, overreact much?

It was just a broken window. And technically I could do that. I grumped. Then I smiled as Cal curled around the smaller dog and laid his head down on the seat as the air conditioning from the front seats migrated back to us.

It was so worth it, even if I get slapped with a misdemeanor and a fine. Oscar looked like he was going to be just fine. I'd feel better if a vet could check him out though.

I was a little confused why five or six more patrol cars showed up and started isolating the area with police tape before we left.

I cringed as we pulled up to the 19th Precinct. I knew it was inevitable I'd wind up here, Jane was going to have ammunition to embarrass me for weeks now.

The female officer carried Oscar off when we parked, and the other officer pulled me out of the patrol car a little roughly. I complained as he almost dragged me through the doors, "Ow, ow, ow.

Why are you being so rough?"

Calvin, who was pacing me, peeled back his lips and growled at the man. The uniform stopped yanking me along, and I swallowed hard when he placed his hand on the butt of his weapon and said to me, Control your dog, or I will shoot him.

My eyes widened. What the heck was going on here? Why was he threatening my dog? I looked down. It's ok boy. Officer Jerky McJerk Face isn't really hurting me.

Calvin whined and looked up at me, his tail hesitantly wagging.

Then the man was yanking me forward again. I thought, ow, rather than voicing it, so as not to excite Calvin anymore.

It was all a whirlwind after that, and soon I found myself in a familiar room, in a familiar chair, only this time I was in cuffs that were connected to a chain to a bolt in the concrete floor. The cuffs were too tight and hurt. Calvin sat beside me whimpering as he picked up on my distress. His carry pouches had been confiscated.

I absently wondered if Oscar belonged to someone important, and they were pressing charges or

something. But they were the ones who endangered the dog!

Ten minutes later a familiar grizzled detective, with three days worth of stubble on his craggy face, stepped into the room with a folder and a huge clear evidence bag which held my shoulder bag in it, and another with Calvin's packs.

He hadn't even looked up at me until he read something on the paperwork and he froze as he was reaching to pull out a chair to sit in across the table from me. His eyes jerked from the paperwork to me, and they widened in recognition as he muttered, Oh, shit.

Then he was cringing when I heard a woman's raised voice in the hall, Move aside now officer, if you know what's good for you.

The officer at the door replied, But I was told...

Then the door swung open and none other than Detective Jane McLeary, my roommate, my love interest, and possibly the most aggravating person I have ever known, stepped in. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the other detective then me.

She said through gritted teeth to him as the uniformed officer followed her in, looking sheepish for not being able to stop her, Dan.

Oh, that's right, this was Detective Sergeant Daniel Graves, the only detective higher ranking than her at the station. He looked resigned as he exhaled and replied in kind, McLeary.

He didn't protest when she snatched the folder from him to start reading, her hand pointing at me as she read. Are those really necessary?

The man's expression turned to that of a parent dealing with an especially unruly child. He sighed, snapped and pointed at my hands. The uniform hustled over to me and took the cuffs off, letting them fall to the floor with the chain.

I exhaled in relief and rubbed my wrists. I could already feel the bruises starting to form under the angry red marks on my wrists. The cuffs certainly hadn't been that tight when I was picked up for releasing the lab animals from the university earlier in the year. I broke a window then too. I was a menace to all things glass.

I started to complain to Jane, What the ever loving fuzzy heck is going on? All I did was break a window. The Doxy would have died if I... She held up a hand to stop me, her eyes never leaving the report she was reading with intent.

Grr. I tried again, I wasn't going to let the dog...

She paused, looked at me pointedly, and growled out, Would you shut up. Stop speaking. Cease babbling. Desist with the word vomit. You're in deep shit here Fin. They read you your rights? Use them and exercise the right to remain silent right now until we sort this out.

She was starting to scare me and was being the Jerk Cop I had literally labeled her as. No seriously, I made a label for her which said that, since she was teasing my need to label everything at our apartment at the time. I may be slightly OCD. But she did keep the label, and she has it across her name tag on her desk upstairs. It makes me smile every time I see it.

I started to explain, It was just a window, I'll pay for...

She finished reading and looked up at me, shaking her head. This isn't about a damn window or a dog, Finnegan, it's about the body the officers on the scene found in the trunk.

I heard myself asking from the far end of the tunnel my vision had contracted into, The... what?

Oh no... not again.

I felt all the blood drain from my face and I dry heaved once, slapping my hand over my mouth.

She moved back so quickly it would have been humorous if I didn't taste the rising bile. I wouldn't throw up on her shoes... again. What? It was only the one time, the first time we met. Someone was dead, and I had been right there and not even known.

She gave me a sad, understanding smile which conveyed the same sentiment about my bad luck, but at least she smiled at me. I squeaked out in a hoarse whisper, I was only saving the doggie...

She sighed and stepped around the table, and I stood as she hugged me to her for a moment, held me at arm's length to look me up and down, and said in a tone of fond resignation, I know. Her brow creased as she examined my red and aching wrists, then she smirked as she moved away. "I can't leave you alone for one minute without you