A Concern She Couldn’t Dismiss
Eleanor, frail but determined, approached the desk.
“Officer Parker,” she said softly, “this may sound silly, but something feels off. Sunny has been acting… unusual.
Too cheerful, almost restless. It’s like he’s trying to tell me something.”
Parker studied the old woman and her lively dog. In all his years of service, he had heard stranger things, but Eleanor’s earnestness made him stop and think.
“What do you mean by unusual?” he asked.
“He’s always calm,” she explained, stroking Sunny’s head.
“But today he’s been whining at the door, dragging me down the street. Finally, I let him lead me—and he brought me straight here. He hasn’t stopped until now.”
Some officers exchanged faint smiles, but Parker trusted instincts too much to ignore them.
“All right, Mrs. Turner. Let’s see where Sunny wants to go.”
