Joshua was asleep when a scream split the silence, sharp and full of panic. His eyes snapped open. Lucky, his dog, jerked up beside him, ears alert. Something felt wrong. That wasn’t a drunk shouting or an argument. No, it was real danger.
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Joshua moved fast. He grabbed his bag and crouched low. “Quiet, Lucky,” he whispered. Lucky stilled, eyes sharp. Another voice echoed—a muffled, male voice, angry. Joshua squinted at the dark alley across the street. Something was happening there.
