Jill picked up Orion's bowl from the floor, petting the big head that butted against her. "Good boy, Orion. You rescued the Chief." His tail thumped against the floor and he started to sniff around the room.
All of a sudden, he started to whimper and follow trail from the door to the centre of the main dining room and back again. His tail started to wag wildly and he began to circle, wuffing softly.
"What's wrong with Orion?" asked Julie. "What's happened here this afternoon? It's almost as if he recognizes something."
Jill sat down next to Anderson. "They were here." she whispered. "They had the absolute gall to come here!"
"What?"
"I kicked them out." Jill stood and paced around the small room. "They tried to pretend that they had no idea who I am…" her voice faltered. "That bitch even tried tears."
Don shook his head. "And they called me a traitor! At least I only worked for Zoltar. I didn't sleep with him as well."
"Who are you talking about?" Anderson's voice cut through the babble.
Jill sat next to him again and he put his arm around her. "They're not dead, William. Mark, Jason and Princess. They didn't die. It would have been better if they had. They're now called the Beloved. They're Zoltar's personal bodyguard… and lovers."