From Russia With Fur
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And, last but certainly not least, thanks to my real inspiration for this book, a fifteen pound bundle of absolute Aussie terror named Moose. He may be gone but he will never be forgotten. And Heaven will never be the same.
About the Author
R
ene Fomby practices criminal defense and civil litigation across the state of Texas. A dedicated member of the State Bar’s Pro Bono College, Rene takes on the nail-biting cases that most other lawyers turn away. And his life is ever richer for that.
More importantly, Rene is a winemaker, sailor, private pilot, helicopter dad and loving husband, and is currently owned by three very feisty dogs and countless adorable grand dogs and cats. And now, one brand-new human grandpuppy. (Who doesn’t mind all the barking one tiny little bit!)
Other Books by Rene Fomby
Private Eyes
Resumed Innocent (Sam Tulley Book 1)
The Chi Rho Conspiracy (Sam Tulley Book 2)
New Rome Rising (Sam Tulley Book 3)
The Game of War
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WITH HER MAJESTY’S
SECRET CORGIS
rene fomby
London
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he glided effortlessly down the empty hall, nose held high in the air, her quick steps clattering noisily against the cold stone walls of the palace. With the Queen off at Windsor for the week, much of the palace staff had taken advantage of her absence to go on holiday themselves, leaving the castle desperately undermanned. And quite vulnerable, in her opinion.
But Ginger would have none of that. With the Queen away, that only meant the opportunity for mischief was doubled, making her job as head of the Secret Service even more difficult. If only she could teach her underlings to be as fastidious about their duties. But the youngsters they were hiring these days—bah!—no work ethic whatsoever. Just show up, put in the hours, then off to play. Well, nothing she could do about that. Except set an example, she supposed. Show them every single day what it would take to make top dog around here.
She waddled into the next hall, and the cluster of servants standing huddled together near the doorway trading gossip took one look at her trademark russet mane and quickly found something better to do. She made note of their names for her report at the end of the day. With the Queen away, the mice will play. Well, she’d certainly see about that!
A noise from close behind startled her, and she spun around quickly to see who was following her, but before she could make the turn completely she was swallowed up whole in a large and furry black sack. And then everything else went black.
But not before she got a whiff of a familiar old scent. Beets.