“You’re lucky kid. This dog is too beautiful to kill, too stupid to train. Just wants to play. All the fucking time. Play play play. Don’t you boy?” The sergeant tries to pet Zero but stops short given the spectacle of affection before him.
“Don’t worry. I’m not trying to get back together.” Binana places the talisman on the table. It is round and smooth, about the size of a golf ball with a flattened underside and a reddish-brown stain to the wood, probably walnut.
“What is it”? Cobin asks.
“A good luck charm and Pandora’s Box, all in one.”