The perfect consistency
Back in her kitchen, Abby checked the thawing meat, pressing her fingers into the red cuts. Soft enough now to tempt the dogs, but not so mushy they’d devour it instantly.
Timing would be everything. She needed the food to hold their attention just long enough to slip inside the car. She held the package in one hand and the hanger in the other. Her heart pounded as the pieces of her risky plan came together.
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