Baiting the guards
Abby stepped onto the porch, meat in one hand, hanger in the other. Her eyes flicked between the circling dogs and the silent car.
Taking a deep breath, she hurled the meat across the pavement. It skidded far from the sedan. Instantly, the dogs snapped toward it, bolting after the food, paws scraping asphalt as they abandoned their watch.
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